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1800jjbarnes · 6 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: 𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚/𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 ◇

Prove It

【Synopsis】 : late night conversations aren't supposed to end in sex... right?

『W.C』 : 3.10k

-> Genre: College Au. Smut. Poly.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Stark!Reader

[Warnings] : Man handling. Clit play. Pet names. Dirty talk. Neck kisses. Fingering. Oral. Crying. Overwhelming amount of emotions leading to a type of subspace. Ass slapping. Making out. Sweet kisses. This is jut all over the place I’m sorry.

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You couldn’t recall the time, but your hazy eyes and wobbly legs made it out to seem it was nearing at least three in the morning. You weren't a morning person, and neither seemed to be your body. But you couldn’t sleep, no, you needed a glass of water before your throat shrivelled up on itself. You hummed and hared over it, and in the end, you kicked up the blankets and headed to the kitchen. You had planned to down a bottle, waddle back to your room, and lay staring at the ceiling until it was appropriate to officially get out of bed. That was until;

“I’m just saying I see no chance of that ever happening.” Bucky's whisper, yelled through the dark home. You assumed he was in the lounge. Curious, you headed over to see what he might be talking about. Gazing into the room without detection, you notice Bucky sitting on the twin couch while another, scruff-haired, sits on the opposite couch. “Steve…” He sighed, “I’m gonna lose my mind at this point.”

“We could always just, ask.” Steve sounded as if he had discovered the perfect answer. But Bucky throwing a pillow in his direction says otherwise.

“For a dude majoring in social studies, you are stupid.” Bucky tisked, leaning back so his head would drape over the top of the couch. You decided to step out and make your presence known, wanting to join and see what this oh, so terrible situation they seemed to have put themselves in.

“Ask who?” You responded, making both men physically jump. Neither of them must have heard you when you were slamming the fridge before. Bucky suddenly sat up straight while Steve reached for the pillow that was thrown at him. You raised your eyebrow a little, choosing to sit on the loveseat by yourself. Were they acting weird, or was it just your imagination?

“Oh just school drama, don’t worry about it.” Steve was quick to cut off any more questions. They were definitely acting weird, and you hated that. Most of the time, out of all your brother's friends, Steve and Bucky were the friendliest. They treated you like a person and not some little girl or ‘Tony's Little Sister’.

“Hmm…” You didn’t know how to respond that wouldn’t turn into something sour. So you chose to just let it go. It’s not like it was the first time one of your brother's friends cut you off because it was ‘school-related’ even though they were all in their second-to-last year in Uni while you had only just started. On top of that, they treated you as if you were still this young eighteen-year-old. Most of them even forgetting you were twenty-one already.

“Sorry doll. It’s just…We don’t need to bore you with our stupid drama. Besides I’m more interested to hear about that boyfriend of yours. How have you two been getting along?” Bucky diverted the conversation as easy as breathing. One of his many skills. Sweet talking. You wanted to roll your eyes at the mention of your boyfriend, well, ex now. You don’t even know why you started dating him. Oh wait, you only started dating him to see if it affected Buck or Steve. But neither of them showed signs of disapproval. Which annoyed you. Your crush on them was getting out of hand, and your friend suggested dating someone to see if they would react, but now you wished you never took that advice from her.

“Ex. He, uh, wasn’t a great person. And in every aspect, full of himself and…” You stopped yourself, feeling blush, scatter your cheeks. You were really about to confess something about your sex life to them. Steve raised his eyebrow while Bucky clicked his tongue. Their attention was completely on yours, and it made you squirm.

“And?” Steve had a feeling what you wanted to say but he wanted to hear it from your pretty lips first.

“And…He wasn't experienced in the…L-Love department.” You gulped suddenly shaking your head. “But it’s not like I knew anything either given he was my first and all but like you should at least know where to pleasure a woman you know? Like I didn’t know how uncomfortable sex was until he decided to do it. It was so awful and I just—” You suddenly realized you word vomited and cringed internally. “Wanna crawl into a hole and never see the light of day again.”

It stayed silent for a moment, making you feel embarrassment riddle your body. But then Steve's laugh caught everyone's attention. “It’s okay. We all have that type of relationship at some point, but he couldn’t be that bad.” Steve tried to lighten the mood, trying to make you feel better, but it didn’t really help. You stole a quick glance at Bucky and noticed he was also looking at you with some type of remorse, feeling bad for you. You just groaned, pushing your legs to your chest, hugging them tightly.

“No, he was pathetic, if I’m honest. I’m not trying to be mean, but it’s true… he only cared for his needs..” It was like a switch went off in both male's heads. They knew what you were referencing, and they both couldn’t help but groan at you, basically saying you couldn’t get off to your ex. Admitting you were sexually frustrated. Admitting he couldn’t even do the simplest job of finding your sweet spot. You gulped, feeling the air become thicker as tension started to brew in the room. You shifted slightly, seeing Steve and Bucky both seem to become tense, stealing glances at one another.

“Finding the clit isn’t that hard darling.” Bucky chuckled lewdly making Steve laugh in response but you snapped instead;

“That’s what all men say.” You huffed.

“I can prove it.” Bucky's words made you choke on your own saliva. Did he really just say he could prove it? How would he do that?

“P-prove it?” You gulped now sitting in a crossed-legged position.

“Yeah I’ll prove it. Come here.” He smirked, patting his thigh while spreading his legs. You were hesitant for a moment. Was this all a trick? Some cruel game? You trusted your bothers friends with your life, but one thing you knew about them was they are heart breakers. Bad boys. And that they didn’t have the best track record with keep partners. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

His voice was stern, and it made something tingle inside you. Slowly getting up, you hesitantly walked the three steps till you were standing right in front of him. He took that as a green light, grabbing your thighs to pull you onto him. Your hands found perch on his shoulders while your legs fell on either side of his lap, spreading yourself open on top of him. He stared at you in amusement, watching you like a hawk about to consume its prey. Your body felt hot, and your cheeks were dusted with a deep red. You’ve never been this close to him before. Never been so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. His hands squeezing your hips. His erection twitched beneath you. “You ready to be proven wrong, Darling?”

You nodded before slipping out a quick breathy ‘yes’. You felt the couch shift and noticed out the corner of your eye that Steve had taken a seat next to you and Bucky. The younger however didn’t do anything, just stayed back and stared at what might unfold in front of him. Bucky placed his fingers against your chin, making your attention completely his. The grin he wore sent shivers down your spine, and the hand that danced so closely to your inner thigh made you want to roll your eyes back in pleasure. “So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m gonna place my two fingers on your clit through your sleep shorts and if I find it. I want you to moan my name. Can you do that Dollface?”

You blurted a ‘yes’ a little bit too quickly, but you couldn’t care. All you could think about was Bucky and him touching you. So without another moment, Buck brought his fingers to your inner thigh, hovering just where you need him. You could tell he was faking in “trying” to find your button. He knew where it was, but he wanted to watch you squirm a little bit first. And before you could mutter anything he place his fingers right on your clit making you gasp. “James.”

“Told you I could prove it.” His confidence radiated off him, rubbing your nub in little circle, making you thread your fingers in his loose shirt. Your hips were stuttering, begging to move, and your eyes were sewn shut, focusing on the pleasure alone.

“Hey, I wanna try.” Steve's deep voice tickled your ear, making your head snap over to him. You didn’t even get a chance to protest, even though you knew you wouldn’t, before wrapping his large arms around your waist and picking you up so he could place you on his lap. Your back was firmly against his chest, letting him shove his face in your neck. You felt his lips graze your hot skin, making you wiggle in his hold. “Let’s make this more fun.”

Steve's fingers hooked under your sleep shorts, making you freeze. Your eyes are glued to Buck's dark ones. They were blown out, watching you carefully with lust. You lifted your hips without saying anything, letting Steve take your shorts off, along with your panties. Your heart was racing at the thought they were both going to touch you, but your mind also wandered to the others in the house. Yes, they all might be sleeping, but any of them could walk in and see what the two men were doing to you. “S-Stevie pleasee.”

“Oh, Sugar, I haven’t even touched you yet.” He chuckled, making Bucky lowly laugh at your desperation. These boys had you wrapped around their fingers. Steve slid his hand up your thigh, spreading your legs wide so Bucky got a good view of your dripping cunt. You tried to close them, but Steve's strong grasp kept them still. You felt embarrassed being the only one basically naked, and on top of it being naked in front of two people you had a huge crush on. Neither of them seemed to mind one bit though, Bucky having the temptation to latch his lips on your soaked cunt while Steve wanted nothing more then to fuck you with his fingers until you were crying.

Actually now that he thinks about it, that sounds like the perfect idea.

“And 3…2…1” His finger pressed perfectly on your clit making you jump. “Gotcha.” Steve grins, licking a strip up your neck, placing kisses down on your shoulder blade. His fingers circle your clit furiously, causing a hiccup to spit out of you. Bucky took this moment to lay down on his stomach so he was face to face with your pussy. He slid his long hot tongue along your folds.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Buckkyy. S-Stev―” Steve suddenly covered your mouth with his hand, hushing you from screaming. Your hips bucked, feeling Bucky slowly push a finger inside you. Your eyes sealed shut tight, feeling Steve's fingers on your clit, his lips biting and sucking all over your neck and Bucky's tongue lapping your juices up while he fucked you with his digits. It was like a sinful wet dream had come true and your mind was spinning at the thought.

“As much as we’d love to hear you scream our names. You better keep those pretty moans on the down-low doll. Otherwise, someone might hear us. And we won't want that now, do we.” Steve's deep voice grunted in your ear as you just nodded in response, losing yourself once again in the touch of both men. Tears start to prickle on the sides of your eyes as you felt your stomach tie itself in knots. You were so close to coming undone yet so fair as well. Your mind couldn’t take it anymore, and you needed more. You tried to speak, but your mouth was covered tightly. Bucky continued with his assault on your cunt, shoving another two fingers in while lapping up your cream all the while Steve had dressed you in his marks from the top of your neck to your back down your shoulder blade. His fingers never left your clit either.

“mm…mmm.” No matter how hard you tried to warn them something felt different about your high fast approaching. The large hand over your mouth made it ultimately useless. You bucked your hips moving in time with Bucky's fingers, feeling yourself begin to cry. And not cry like a few simply tears, no. You began to sob, feeling so overwhelmed and unable to communicate, made your mind shift into a place you had no idea existed. Your brain mushed, making you feel like you were floating. And only Steve and Bucky were around. You let go. Screaming a muffled whale, you squirted all over Bucky's face. Your tears stained Steve's hand while your nose began to drool. Once Buck helped you lessen your high, he sat up, taking a look at the mess you made.

“Awe princess. Look at this.” he gathered some of your cum and pushed it against Steve's lips. He sucked on the other male's finger with a groan making you cry even more. They both took notice of your tears and removed the hand over your mouth. You hiccuped, whimpering. Sobbing. Your fingers dug into the couch as Steve finally let you close your legs. Everything was happening all at once, and your body was aching from the awkward position. But you need your boys. You needed them to look after you.

“P-Please Sirs…I need more…” Your sweet high pitched voice caused both men to groan, feeling their cocks harden in their pants.

“Fuck Sugar. You okay?” Ste e tilted your head to the side so he could look at you. Your face was red, puffy and wet. “Pretty baby is crying. Did it feel that good?”

You couldn’t find a response in your fuzzy brain, so instead, you kissed him. Steve's eyes grew wide for a second, not thinking you’d kiss him. But who is he to complain when your lips were so soft and kissable. Cupping your face, he deepened the kiss, making you shake. He pulled away first, letting your catch your breath, but you did see it like that suddenly sitting up you got on all fours so you could reach, Bucky who was leaning on the other end of the couch. Your face was inches from his but didn’t move until he placed his fingers on your chin.

The kiss was desperate and rough. Bucky's fingers raked through your hair before tugging at it, making your hips wiggle, which conveniently made your bare ass jiggle in front of Steve. Now, saying Steev was an ass man was an understatement. This man lives for asses, and your ass was definitely one of the prettiest ones he's ever seen. He gave a harsh slap, sending a loud clap echoing through the room. Your moan was swallowed by Bucky, letting him shove his tongue deep down your throat. Steve kept slapping your bare cheeks, finding pleasure in seeing his hand prints appear on your soft skin.

“Hey, punk if we keep going I might have to fuck her,” Steve said so casually as if neither of them were tainting your idea of pleasure permanently. Bucky pulled away making you chase his lips.

“I think we need to end it otherwise we’d both be fucking her. And I don’t think we have the time.” Bucky chuckled, leaning back to place his arms on either side of the couch, tilting his head back with a sigh. Steve rubbed your ass, helping you sit up back to lean against his chest. His hands danced around your hips snaked up your shirt noticing you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Too bad, we didn’t get to play with these yet.” Steve cupped your breasts, squeezing them harshly. Your eyes never left Bucky's form. He tilted his head up briefly to watch Steve's hands play with your covered tits. You bit your lip, lifting your shirt up so he could see Steve’s assault.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned wanting nothing more than to have those tits in his mouth. He sighed shaking his head before standing up to pick up your shorts and panties up. “Come on sweet thing, let’s get you to bed.”

You whined at the idea of having to end such a pleasurable ordeal. But sadly, they were right. You had no clue how long you’d been at this, and if your brother were to wake up, there would be hell to pay. You take your clothes from Bucky, putting them back on while Steve helped you stand. Your breathing was heavy, and your legs were on godly wobbly, but Steve's hard, strong arms kept you up. Once dressed, you looked up to Bucky, seeing a sweeter, less lustful smile on his features. He stood so close while Steve stood flush behind you. They were effectively sandwiching you. Bucky gave you a long, drawn-out kiss before guiding your face with his fingers on your chin to Steve, letting the other man seal his lips against your own. It felt so natural to be shared by them. And they felt the same. It was like one fluid motion. Comfort. And you were hating that it was ending. Once Steve pulled away, you looked back at Bucky, getting ready to wish them a good night. Until he said ;

“Don’t worry Doll. This isn’t over yet. Our fun is only beginning.”

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m0uchie · 11 days

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hello!! First time requesting something, but could you maybe write something wanderer and fem.reader testing out those aphrodisiac chocolates?

Thank you!! <33

— pairing : wanderer x fem!reader

— warnings : NSFW; using of drugs (the aphrodisiac); they fuck a lot; honestly this is so badly written im sry; creampie; oral (m!receiving); she rides him at some point

— a/n : let’s pretend it’s close to Valentine’s Day bc I said so

He insisted a lot until tonight came. He pestered you to buy these stupid chocolates, and you accepted in the end for the sake of the smile on his face. And when they finally arrived and you tasted them together, you felt nothing but sleepy.

“Maybe we just need to wait a bit-”

“We've been waiting since 9:30, do you know what time it is now?” You contradict his insistence, eyeing his pouting face to search for a response. He shakes his head.

“Past midnight.” He frowns at you, looking away when you stare at him for too long.

“I told you it wasn’t gonna work. I’m going to bed.” You stretch your back and sigh deeply before standing up from the couch and going to your shared bedroom.

“I’m right behind you then.” He says, still a bit disappointed that his little experiment didn't work this time.

He really liked the idea of testing things out with you, as long as you weren't opposed to that. And you were almost always open to trying new things for him to see what would work better for you two.

His co-workers wouldn’t stop talking about their private experiences with this aphrodisiac chocolates like horny teenagers, and although he was annoyed by it, he couldn’t help but get curious. Valentine’s Day was approaching after all.

He didn't like sweets, quite the opposite, he hated them. However, anyone could tell otherwise by the way his face was covered in chocolate right now, like a child. He wanted to make it work. He was excited to see what would unfold after.

Unfortunately this time, you weren't going to end up on all fours with your body covered in his cum on the bed because it was already late and you were tired, but he still had a lifetime to do it.

Wanderer was sleeping soundly next to you when you woke up. Chapped and dehydrated lips, the complete opposite of what they’d been in the morning, but perhaps these were the consequences of the cold weather.

… cold? No. In fact, since when has it been so hot?

Your body was sweating and the air conditioning, despite being on, didn't seem to work. You cautiously remove the arms that embraced your body, and remove the blanket that covers you to touch your feet to the floor slowly, not wanting to make any noise.

Only now were you thinking about how terrible the idea was of trying to get to the kitchen in the early morning only to drink some water without disturbing your loved one's sleep. After all, where was the switch? You knew it was on the wall next to the door, and that there was a lamp next to your bed, but it was on Wanderer's side, and you didn't want to bump into it, much less go over his body to turn on the light, so the switch was the safest now. Or so you thought.

“Oh shit.” You bump into something, hearing it fall to the floor. It didn't seem that loud, but when you heard him suddenly rumbling and calling out your name, you knew you fucked up.

You guide your body carefully to face the bed again, climbing onto the mattress and moving closer to the warmth of Wanderer's body.

"What is it?" You say with a subtle tone, not wanting to completely wake him up since it was still late.

“Mm… need it here…” you frown in confusion.

"What do you mean? What do you need?” You now carry a hint of worry in your voice, quickly towering over Wanderer’s body and reaching out to turn on the lights since he was closer to the lamp.

“I-I feel… something…” his voice drops as his eyes wander to his blanket covered body. Your hand reaches out to pull it off his body, assuming whatever he had was under the blanket since he couldn't stop looking.

However, the sight that beholds you is that of a man only in his boxers. Clothes thrown to the floor at some point in the night that you didn't notice, and a tent formed beneath the fabric of his underwear, which was wet enough to be discarded.

The feeling you felt faintly in your body before suddenly becomes more present and obvious, as you had ignored it until now. From now on there was nowhere to run. Besides getting hotter all over, an uncomfortable need made itself known between your legs, screaming to be relieved. You were wet like a fountain.

“Mmh? Y/N… it hurts.” He mumbles one more time. You clear your throat and look in his direction, realizing now that he had opened his eyes, without even a drop of tiredness on his face.

“I-it does?” Your legs close in an attempt to hide your intimacy discovered under your nightgown, — since you slept without it when you were at home — embarrassed for thinking about such dirty things after insisting that you sleep without touching each other.

Maybe you were just frustrated that the aphrodisiac didn't work. You two were very active and this time you rejected him because of his “mistake” in buying something that didn't work without seeing the reviews again. So it would be embarrassing to call out to him now knowing that you were the one in the wrong.

He nods, drawing his eyebrows together and diverting his teary gaze to the walls. You try to get your head straight and focus on your boyfriend. He's in pain, so whatever you're feeling right now isn't important.

"Where does it hurt? Show me." You struggle to express your concern, despite the tingling you felt throughout your body and the immense desire you had to simply tear off all his clothes and make him feel better with your body. But let's agree that that's not how things work in reality (or they shouldn't work like this for normal couples).

He grabs your hand. The trembling, anxious pulse as he guides you to his crotch. Your lips part in an “o”, and you instinctively begin to massage him through the fabric, drawing thin moans that you never thought you would hear coming from his lips.

“Nnngh use it! P-please- oh just use me—!” he arches his back to receive more contact with your hand, tears streaming down his face. "help me."

And that's when you completely lose control.

On the average, with a standard dosage, the effects of an aphrodisiac can begin to be felt within one to three hours of ingestion. You assumed the effects would be noticed right away, but it seems like it will only get more intense over time. How stupid were you to not realize this sooner?

You were dripping just like Wanderer, whose dick just freed by you was slick with precum from top to base. The “pulling out method” wouldn’t even have a chance of working this time if you weren't on the pill, not that you would care about the consequences if that were the case, clit aching to be touched.

You admire the treat in front of you, drooling to put it in your mouth and make your throat its home.

“N-no, wait— fuck! Wanna cum inside youuu.” He moves his hips and tries to push your face away, but it's not enough to stop you from lubricating your lips and mouthing his dick. The fingers around your hair loosen as he starts to soften and give up, eyes rolling into the back of his head with so much pleasure.

“Ohhh baby, feels so good around my c-cock.” Soon he gives in against you without much resistance. You hummed around his cock, sucking and making wet noises that left his ears red. The rest that you couldn't put in your mouth, you stimulated with your hands in a back and forth movement.

However for Wanderer, everything fit if you put your mind into it.

“T-take it good mmmn.” He starts to throw his hips against your mouth and hold your hair in a ponytail with one hand, using you to get off like a fuck toy, making you gag a few times until his cock was so deep in your throat that your nose touched his pelvic hair.

He holds your head still in that position. It becomes difficult to breathe and the only thing you can do is move your tongue randomly from one side to another. You are about to call him when you feel warm ropes of cum going down your throat.

“I'm still hard. Do something about it.” He asks demandingly, wiping his dripping seed from your lips with his thumb and then shoving two fingers inside your mouth so you could swallow it all well.

When he’s finished, you take a deep breath. Face red as you open your legs slightly to show your messy situation. A slimy substance sliding between your folds and glistening pussy, along with a throbbing clit, so sensitive to the touch!

He gets up from the bed, still limp from his recent orgasm, and brings his face closer to your intimacy, fascinated. “You’re as wet as when you’re ovulating. Even needier, I bet.” His finger passes between your folds, lining up with your entrance.

“Think it worked.” He smiles to himself, proud of having eaten so many chocolates earlier, and sticks his finger between your walls, just the act itself being enough to make you clench around it and let out a deep breath.

“And she’s so tight too. She must be even more sensitive today. Fuck, that way I can’t even move my fingers further.” He leaves his finger inside you without moving, feeling you grow impatient and start to rock your hips against the source of pleasure.

“T-then why is it going in? H-hah-“ your voice cracks, eyebrows draw together to match your melted eyes. Wanderer just smirks at the sinful scene.

“Ahh using me just like I said…” a gooey liquid escapes you when he suddenly pulls his finger out and manhandles you into being on all fours to fill your mouth with his sticky finger, distracting you so that you were unable to speak. “But you can very well use something bigger.”

He parts your legs, positioning his dick underneath to let your juices fall all over him and lubricate him completely as he rubs his dick between your folds, grunting every time the head reaches your hole and you clench needily.

“I-it’s so hard… it wants to be inside your pretty pussy.” He places a soothing hand on your waist and caresses it, looking so pleadingly at your body while slowly entering you when you wiggle your ass as a response.

With a heavy sigh coming out of both of you, he holds your waist very firmly and thrusts hard into you, changing positions every time he came inside you.

Finally, you were on top of him. He loved seeing you on top of him, tits bouncing up and down as you roll your hips in order to grind your clit on his pelvis at the same time you moved on his cock. He could never resist the urge to pinch your hard nipples and squeeze your belly to intensify your pleasure and to show you how deep he was inside you.

“Just one more time, please baby.” He kisses between your boobs, holding your waist in place when you told him you were getting tired and tried to go away. He knew you weren't done either, but he'd do all the work for you and make you feel good all over again until you came this one last time.

So when you replied with a “mhmm” he promptly pushed you down and slammed his cock all the way to your womb, pumping his cum from his previous orgasms back up into you once again, trying to reach another one with you.

“Ah- I don’t know if I can cum again!”

“No no, I know you can. Give it to me, hm?” He insists, silencing your uncontrolled blabbering sounds and sobs with his mouth, swallowing said noises while he flicked your swollen clit until your mind became all foggy again.

He slowed his ministrations when your walls tightened around his cock with a loud grunt, gushing out a thick stream of sperm inside you. Your faces parted for him to see your fucked out state and the line of drool connecting the two of you, he couldn't help but smile.

“You look so pretty like this. Almost makes me want to ruin you again.” He leaves a sweet kiss on your forehead, making it impossible for him to see your surprised face that comes after.

“I- I think that’s enough…?” Your voice comes out, although a little hoarse and low. There were still some chocolates left, and now you knew that you had to be careful to hide them from your boyfriend, as he seemed to have enjoyed this a little too much.

“You’re right, we can see about that tomorrow.” He teases, chuckling as you gulp down.

For a while, you both remain silent. He waits for you to start yawning and close your eyes to clean you up so you don't wake up uncomfortable in the morning. When he lies down with you again, he pulls you closer and leaves you lying on his chest.

Wanderer isn't accustomed to showing love through physical contact, but he knows you like it more than anything, and he can't deny that the feeling of your warm body on his makes him feel... things. The next day, he won't be there anymore, and your chest will tighten as you make your way to the kitchen, finding the smell of coffee strange until you’re looking at his back facing you.

For a moment, the tightness in your heart is replaced by the familiar butterflies in the stomach, and you sit on the counter as he smiles innocently and places a warm coffee in front of you.

Your hands hold the handle to bring the drink to your mouth when you notice the small candy on the saucer where the cup was and raise your head towards him to arch a doubtful eyebrow.

“To sweeten your coffee since I didn’t add sugar today.” He justifies himself.

Apparently, he’s addicted to chocolates now.

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ja3hwa · 7 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: 𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚/𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐇𝐰𝐚 ♡

Prove It

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : late night conversations aren't supposed to end in sex... right?

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 3.10k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: College Au. Smut

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Mingi x Seonghwa x Choi!Reader [FWB?]

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Man handling. Clit play. Pet names. Dirty talk. Neck kisses. Fingering. Oral. Crying. Overwhelming amount of emotions leading to a type of subspace. Ass slapping. Making out. Sweet kisses. This is jut all over the place I’m sorry.

Thank you, @sisterofsomeone, for requesting Mingi and Seonghwa for this day. ♡♡♡

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You couldn’t recall the time but your hazy eyes and wobbly legs made it out to seem it was nearing at least three in the morning. You weren't a morning person and neither seemed to be your body. But you couldn’t sleep, no, you needed a glass of water before your throat shrivelled up on itself. You hummed and hared over it and in the end, you kicked up the blankets and headed to the kitchen. You had planned to down a bottle, waddle back to your room and lay staring at the ceiling until it was appropriate to officially get out of bed. That was until;

“I’m just saying I see no chance of that ever happening.” Seonghwa’s whisper, yelled through the dark home. You assumed he was in the lounge. Curious, you headed over to see what he might be talking about. Gazing into the room without detection, you notice Hwa sitting on the twin couch while another, scruff-haired, sits on the opposite couch. “Mingi…” He sighed, “I’m gonna lose my mind at this point.”

“We could always just, ask.” Mingi sounded as if he had discovered the perfect answer. But Seonghwa throwing a pillow in his direction says otherwise.

“For a dude majoring in social studies, you are stupid.” Hwa tisked, leaning back so his head would drape over the top of the couch. You decided to step out and make your presence known, wanting to join and see what this oh, so terrible situation they seemed to have put themselves in.

“Ask who?” You responded making both men physically jump. Neither of them must have heard you when you were slamming the fridge before. Seonghwa suddenly sat up straight while Mingi reached for the pillow that was thrown at him. You raised your eyebrow a little, choosing to sit on the loveseat by yourself. Were they acting weird or was it just your imagination?

“Oh just school drama, don’t worry about it.” Mingi was quick to cut off any more questions. They were definitely acting weird, and you hated that. Most of the time out of all your brother's friends, Mingi and Hwa were the friendliest. They treated you like a person and not some little girl or ‘San’s Little Sister’.

“Hmm…” You didn’t know how to respond that wouldn’t turn into something sour. So you chose to just let it go. It’s not like it was the first time one of your brother's friends cut you off because it was ‘school-related’ even though they were all in their second-to-last year in Uni while you had only just started. On top of that they treated you as if you were still this young eighteen-year-old. Most of them even forgetting you were twenty-one already.

“Sorry doll. It’s just…We don’t need to bore you with our stupid drama. Besides I’m more interested to hear about that boyfriend of yours. How have you two been getting along?” Seonghwa diverted the conversation as easy as breathing. One of his many skills. Sweet talking. You wanted to roll your eyes at the mention of your boyfriend, well ex now. You don’t even know why you started dating him, oh wait, you only started dating him to see if it affected Hwa or Mingi. But neither of them showed signs of disapproval. Which annoyed you. Your crush on them was getting out of hand and your friend suggested dating someone to see if they would react but now you wished you never took that advice from her.

“Ex. He uh, wasn’t a great person. And in every aspect, full of himself and…” You stopped yourself feeling blush scatter your cheeks. You were really about to confess something about your sex life to them. Mingi raised his eyebrow, while Hwa clicked his tongue. Their attention was completely on yours and it made you squirm.

“And?” Mingi had a feeling what you wanted to say but he wanted to hear it from your pretty lips first.

It stayed silent for a moment making you feel embarrassment riddle your body. But then Mingi’s laugh caught everyone's attention. “It’s okay we all have that type of relationship at some point, but he couldn’t be that bad.” Mingi tried to lighten the mood, trying to make you feel better but it didn’t really help. You stole a quick glance at Seonghwa and noticed he was also looking at you with some type of remorse, feeling bad for you. You just groaned pushing your legs to your chest, hugging them tightly.

“No, he was pathetic if I’m honest. I’m not trying to be mean but it’s true… he only cared for his needs..” It was like a switch went off in both male's heads. They knew what you were referencing and they both couldn’t help but groan at you basically saying you couldn’t get off to your ex. Admitting you were sexually frustrated. Admitting he couldn’t even do the simplest job of finding your sweet spot. You gulped, feeling the air become thicker as tension started to brew in the room. You shifted slightly, seeing Mingi and Hwa both seemed to become tense, stealing glances at one another.

“Finding the clit isn’t that hard darling.” Seonghwa chuckled lewdly making Mingi laugh in response but you snapped instead;

“That’s what all men say.” You huffed.

“I can prove it.” Seong’s words made you choke on your own saliva. Did he really just say he could prove it? How would he do that?

“P-prove it?” You gulped now sitting in a crossed-legged position.

“Yeah I’ll prove it, come here.” He smirked patting his thigh while spreading his legs. You were hesitant for a moment. Was this all a trick? Some cruel game? You trusted your bothers friends with your life but one thing you knew about them was they are heart breakers. Bad boys. And that they didn’t have the best track record with keep partners. “I’m not going to asked you again.”

His voice was stern and it made something tingle inside you. Slowly getting up you hesitantly walked the three steps till you were standing right in front of him. He took that as a green light, grabbing your thighs to pull you onto him. Your hands found perch on his shoulders while your legs fell on either side of his lap spreading yourself open on top of him. He stared at you in amusement, watching you like a hawk about to consume its prey. Your body felt hot and your cheeks were dusted with a deep red. You’ve never been this close to him before. Never been so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. His hands squeezing your hips. His erection twitched beneath you. “You ready to be proven wrong Darling?”

You nodded before slipping out a quick breathy ‘yes’. You felt the the couch shift and noticed out the corner of your eye that Mingi had taken a seat next to you and Hwa. The younger however didn’t do anything, just stayed back and stared at what might unfold in front of him. Seonghwa placed his fingers against your chin making your attention completely his. The grin he wore sent shivers down your spine and the hand that danced so closely to your inner thigh made you want to roll your eyes back in pleasure. “So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m gonna place my two fingers on your clit through your sleep shorts and if I find it. I want you to moan my name. Can you do that Darling?”

You blurted a ‘yes’ a little bit too quickly but you couldn’t care. All you could think about was Seonghwa, and him touching you. So without another moment, Hwa brought his fingers to your inner thigh hovering just where you need him. You could tell he was faking in “trying” to find your button. He knew where it was but he wanted to watch you squirm a little bit first. And before you could mutter anything he place his fingers right on your clit making you gasp. “Hwa.”

“Hey, I wanna try.” Mingi’s deep voice tickled your ear making your head snap over to him. You didn’t even get a chance to protest, even though you knew you wouldn’t, before wrapping his large arms around your waist and picking you up so he could place you on his lap. Your back was firmly against his chest, letting him shove his face in your neck. You felt his lips graze your hot skin, making you wiggle in his hold. “Let’s make this more fun.”

Mingi’s fingers hooked under your sleep shorts, making you freeze. Your eyes are glued to Hwa’s dark ones. They were blown out, watching you carefully with lust. You lifted your hips without saying anything, letting Mingi take your shorts off, along with your panties. Your heart was racing at the thought they were both going to touch you, but your mind also wandered to the others in the house. Yes, they all might be sleeping, but any of them could walk in and see what the two men were doing to you. “M-mingi pleasee.”

“Oh, doll I haven’t even touched you yet.” He chuckled making Seonghwa lowly laugh at your desperation. These boys had you wrapped around their fingers. Mingi slid his hand up your thigh, spreading your legs wide so Seonghwa got a good view of your dripping cunt. You tried to close them but Mingi’s strong grasp kept them still. You felt embarrassed being the only one basically naked, and on top of it being naked in front of two people you had a huge crush on. Neither of them seemed to mind one bit though, Seonghwa having the temptation to latch his lips on your soaked cunt while Mingi wanted nothing more then to fuck you with his fingers until you were crying.

Actually now that he thinks about it, that sounds like the perfect idea.

“And 3…2…1” His finger pressed perfectly on your clit making you jump. “Gotcha.” Mingi grins, licking a strip up your neck, placing kisses down on your shoulder blade. His fingers circle your clit furiously, causing a hiccup to spit out of you. Seonghwa took this moment to lay down on his stomach so he was face to face with your pussy. He slid his long hot tongue along your folds.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hwaaa. M-Ming―” Mingi suddenly covered your mouth with his hand, hushing you from screaming. Your hips bucked, feeling Seonghwa slowly push a finger inside you. Your eyes sealed shut tight, feeling Mingi’s fingers on your clit, his lips biting and sucking all over your neck and Seonghwa’s tongue lapping your juices up while he fucked you with his digits. It was like a sinful wet dream had come true and your mind was spinning at the thought.

“As much as we’d love to hear you scream our names. You better keep those pretty moans on the down-low doll. Otherwise, someone might hear us. And we won't want that now do we.” Mingi’s deep voice grunted in your ear as you just nodded in response, losing yourself once again in the touch of both men. Tears start to prickle on the sides of your eyes as you felt your stomach tie itself in knots. You were so close to coming undone yet so fair as well. Your mind couldn’t take it anymore and you needed more. You tried to speak but your mouth was covered tightly. Seonghwa continued with his assault on your cunt, shoving another two fingers in while lapping up your cream all the while Mingi had dressed you in his marks from the top of your neck to your back down your shoulder blade. His fingers never left your clit either.

“mm…mmm.” No matter how hard you tried to warn them something felt different about your high fast approaching. The large hand over your mouth made it ultimately useless. You bucked your hips moving in time with Seonghwa’s fingers, feeling yourself begin to cry. And not cry like a few simply tears, no. You began to sob, feeling so overwhelmed and unable to communicate made your mind shift into a place you had no idea existed. Your brain mushed, making you feel like you were floating. And only Mingi and Seonghwa were around. You let go. Screaming a muffled whale, you squirted all over Seonghwa’s face. Your tears stained Mingi’s hand while your nose began to drool. Once Hwa helped you lessen your high, he sat up taking a look at the mess you made.

“Awe princess. Look at this.” he gathered some of your cum and pushed it against Mingi’s lips. He sucked on the other male's finger with a groan making you cry even more. They both took notice of your tears and removed the hand over your mouth. You hiccuped, whimpering. Sobbing. Your fingers dug into the couch as Mingi finally let you close your legs. Everything was happening all at once and your body was aching from the awkward position. But you need your boys. You needed them to look after you.

“P-Please Sirs…I need more…” Your sweet high pitched voice caused both men to groan, feeling their cocks harden in their pants.

“Fuck doll. You okay?” Mingi tilted your head to the side so he could look at you. Your face was red, puffy and wet. “Pretty baby is crying. Did it feel that good?”

You couldn’t find a response in your fuzzy brain so instead you kissed him. Mingi’s eyes grew wide for a second, not thinking you’d kiss him. But who is he to complain when your lips were so soft and kissable. Cupping your face he deepened the kiss making you shake. He pulled away first, letting your catch your breath, but you did see it like that suddenly sitting up you got on all fours so you could reach, Seonghwa who was leaning on the other end of the couch. Your face was inches from his but didn’t move until he place his fingers on your chin.

The kiss was desperate and rough. Seonghwa’s fingers raked through your hair before tugging at it making your hips wiggle, which conveniently made your bare ass jiggle in front of Mingi. Now, saying Mingi was an ass man was an understatement. This man lives for asses, and your ass was definitely one of the prettiest ones he's ever seen. He gave a harsh slap, sending a loud clap echoing through the room. Your moan was swallowed by Seonghwa, letting him shove his tongue deep down your throat. Mingi kept slapping your bare cheeks, finding pleasure in seeing his hand prints appear on your soft skin.

“Hey, Hwa if we keep going I might have to fuck her,” Mingi said so casually as if neither of them were tainting your idea of pleasure permanently. Seonghwa pulled away making you chase his lips.

“I think we need to end it otherwise we’d both be fucking her. And I don’t think we have the time.” Hwa chuckled, leaning back to place his arms on either side of the couch, tilting his head back with a sigh. Mingi rubbed your ass, helping you sit up back to lean against his chest. His hands danced around your hips snaked up your shirt noticing you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Too bad, we didn’t get to play with these yet.” Mingi cupped your breasts squeezing them harshly. Your eyes never left Seonghwa’s form. He tilted his head up briefly to watch Mingi’s hands play with your covered tits. You bit your lip, lifting your shirt up so he could see Mingi’s assault.

“Fuck,” Hwa groaned wanting nothing more than to have those tits in his mouth. He sighed shaking his head before standing up to pick up your shorts and panties up. “Come on sweet thing, let’s get you to bed.”

You whined at the idea of having to end such a pleasurable ordeal. But sadly they were right, you had no clue how long you’d been at this and if your brother were to wake up there would be hell to pay. You take your clothes from Hwa putting them back on while Mingi helped you stand. Your breathing was heavy and your legs were on godly wobbly but Mingi’s hard strong arms kept you up. Once dressed, you looked up to Hwa seeing a sweeter less lustful smile on his features. He stood so close while Mingi stood flush behind you. They were effectively sandwiching you. Seonghwa gave you a long drawn-out kiss before guiding your face with his fingers on your chin to Mingi, letting the other man seal his lips against your own. It felt so natural to be shared by them. And they felt the same. It was like one fluid motion. Comfort. And you were hating that it was ending. Once Mingi pulled away you looked back at Seonghwa, getting ready to wish them a good night. Until he said ;

“Don’t worry Bunny. This isn’t over yet. Our fun is only beginning.”

- ♥︎

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theorphicangel · 6 months

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gojo satoru with a short s/o headcanons

a/n: this comes after my dire realisation of how short I am compared to gojo 💔🤞

tags: no warnings, fluff,

- constantly complains about how much he has to bend down to kiss you or whisper to you

- “I swear I’m going to need some compensation for my poor back.”

- “satoru literally no one asked.”

- “yeah it’s all fun and games to you until my spine snaps in half.”

- “satoru don’t be dramatic” “yes m’am”

- he would demand back massages as compensation for all the bending he does for you

- I’m so sorry…but he would do that annoying thing of taking your stuff and keeping it out of arms length from you, making you jump and reach on your tippy toes…he’s a sad sadistic loser

- he would only do it when he wants your attention though or when you’re ignoring him

- “acknowledge my presence first and maybe I’ll give it back. ”

- “satoru please!”

- “please what?”

- “please give it back, I’ll talk to you if you do.”

- “you’re gonna have to try better than that sweetheart.”

- “fine then no cuddles later”

- “okay wait wait— !”

- jokes about your height non-stop which get even worse when he’s with geto, you swear it’s like you’ve locked yourself in a room with dumb 1 and dumb 2

- gets sooooo egotistical when you ask for his help in reaching something

- “oh what was that? does my short princess need help?”

- “shut up.”

- but if it was anyone else mocking you for your height, he’d be ready to shut them down so quickly

- “what was that?” “ I think they seem perfect the way they are.”

- yes he is a romantic ( although he doesn’t see it himself)

- however, you being short does have its advantages, like how you fit perfectly with his body, gojo being obsessed with wrapping your arms around you constantly

- although be ready to get picked up randomly without any warning

- like him dragging you off to bed when you’re overworking yourself or getting too stressed

- would probably end up taking all of the blankets for himself on his side of the bed

- and that’s not because he’s taller than you it’s just because he’s gojo

- although he’d find it hard to spot you in a crowd, has joked beside about getting one of those toddler leashes

- “how would you react if I hypothetically got you one for our anniversary”

- after threats to break up with him that he promises to never ask any hypothetical questions ever again

- maybe you’ll get a piggy back ride (if you make a promise to buy whatever he wants, which works 99% of the time)

- the other 1% of the time he’s happy to give you one anyways

reblogs are much appreciated!

#these are my random thoughts #take them.#angel writes #gojo satoru headcanons #jjk gojo #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk fanfic #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo

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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months

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moments filled with everything

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is wanting to do everything together' AND for @starryeyedjanai's birthday! Happiest of birthdays to you! there's no spice this time, but i hope you enjoy anyway!

rated t | 1,369 words | cw: mention of injury/hospital | tags: soulmate au, getting together, love confessions

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The inconvenience of finding your soulmate when he’s on the run from the law and citizens of the town is pretty annoying. Especially when said soulmate insisted on trying to protect everyone and almost dies in the process.

The problem is that when you touch your soulmate for the first time, the connection becomes unbreakable, and the first few weeks are usually spent constantly touching in some way.

The problem is that they don’t have that option during the end of the world.

The problem is Eddie is under close watch of doctors and nurses, and Hopper, while they sort out his health and clearing his name, and that means Steve can only stop by during regular visiting hours.

The problem is that everyone else also only visits during normal visiting hours and they agreed not to tell anyone about their soulmate situation until he was home and safe.

Steve could feel the constant pull to touch him, to comfort him when the pain started to get to be too much. It was almost painful to have distance between them, but with the kids constantly fighting for Eddie’s attention, and Wayne sitting right next to him most days, Steve could barely get a quick brush of their hands.

They hadn’t even kissed yet.

It’s been 11 days since they touched. 11 days since Steve’s entire life became ‘get him out of this so you can love him.’

The loving him part was easy; only took a couple of days of watching him with the kids and with his uncle and with Robin for Steve to know he loved Eddie. But he wasn’t stupid, and he knew that Eddie probably didn’t feel the same yet. Why would he? He barely knew him, barely saw who he was outside of emergency mode.

And Eddie had made a passing comment right before he almost died, something Steve couldn’t quite get out of his head.

”A soulmate is someone you wanna do everything with, and I just don’t think I’ll get that.”

He didn’t know Steve could hear him, and probably wouldn’t have said it if he did, but if that’s how he felt after knowing Steve was his soulmate, then he didn’t think the love was going to be returned anytime soon, if ever. He could be patient. He was trying to be. But he wasn’t that hopeful.

Sometimes Eddie’s eyes would land on his across the hospital room, and they’d settle there for far longer than was considered normal for friends. They’d search Steve’s face for long enough that Steve could feel the warmth of a blush across his cheeks. He’d look away, but he’d feel Eddie’s gaze remain, sometimes for a few more seconds, sometimes more.

The pull got worse by the day.

By the two week mark, Steve was literally itching to be closer. He paced outside the door for ten minutes while he waited for Wayne to leave, grateful that the kids had all been brought up to volunteer at the school for the day and he would have at least a minute alone with Eddie without interruption.

Wayne opened the door and smirked at Steve. “Surprised you’ve been this patient. He’s about ready to pull out his IV in there, so you better hurry up and hold his hand or somethin’.”

Steve didn’t reply, just pushed through the door and rushed to Eddie’s bed.

Eddie was, in fact, picking at the tape around his IV, like if he was given enough alone time he would tear it off and escape out the window.

“I know I’m not what you wanted-” Steve started, his hands balled into fists to resist reaching out before Eddie was ready. “But I promise I’m gonna try to be what you need. I don’t know how to yet, but I want to. And I desperately need to touch you. Like, just holding your hand is fine, but I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t so-”

“What do you mean you’re not what I wanted?” Eddie interrupted, casually sliding his hand into Steve’s. Both of them gasped at the spark, but the tension seemed to drain from both of them at the same time. “Why do you think that?”

“I mean, I’m sure I’m not really your type. And I mean, I know I’m not like I was in high school, but I let my friends do some shitty things to you then.” Steve looked down at their joined hands, perfectly fit together in a way he’d never had with anyone he’d been with before. “And I know you don’t think we’re a great match or whatever, but I think I’d like to do stuff with you all the time. If you’d want to.”

“Why do you think I think that?”

“Because you said you didn’t think you’d wanna do everything with your soulmate.”

Eddie seemed to realize what Steve was referring to as soon as Steve started to pull his hand away. His grip tightened and he shook his head.

“I didn’t mean that.” Eddie bit his lip. “I was scared that I would wanna do everything with you and you wouldn’t wanna do everything with me.”

“Eds, I love you. I wanna do everything with you, always.”

“You love me?” Eddie whispered.

Steve hadn’t meant to say it, but it’s not like he didn’t mean it, so he doubled down.

“Yeah. I do. I know it’s probably stupid, but I watched you give everything to protect us, I brought you back here almost dead, and ever since you woke up from surgery, I’ve watched you light up the room. I see how smart you are and how funny you are and how kind you are, even when you’re teasing someone. And I just. I love it. I love you.”

“Stevie-”

“I know you don’t love me. It’s okay. Maybe someday you will, maybe you won’t. Sometimes the soulmate shit is stupid, right? Fate gets it wrong or whatever.” Steve shrugged, tried to pull his hand free. He felt too vulnerable like this, standing by Eddie’s bed waiting for him to reject him. “But I just need you to know that fate got it right for me.”

“You don’t plan on following that up with a kiss?” Eddie finally asked after too long with just silence.

Steve’s mouth opened, closed, opened again as he tried to think of what to say or do.

“C’mere sweetheart. I think I owe you something,” Eddie smiled up at him as he tugged on his hand to get him closer.

Their first kiss was a lot like that first touch: overwhelming and scary, but electric and intense.

Filled with love.

When they broke apart, everything had shifted.

“I can’t wait to do everything with you, Stevie,” Eddie said before a knock on the door pulled them further apart.

Steve didn’t go far, just held his hand while the nurse looked over some of his bandages.

*****

When Eddie finally got out of the hospital, the first thing he did was tell everyone that Steve was his soulmate.

Wayne had already known, but went along with his dramatics because it’s what he was used to.

Robin had already known too after walking in on Steve sitting in Eddie’s lap, carefully braiding his hair while Eddie read to him. She didn’t even say anything, just sat down in the chair across from the bed and listened when Eddie started reading again.

After, she slapped Steve on the arm and told him to never hide shit from her again.

The kids took it well, though Mike and Dustin were pretty surprised they managed to hide it for so long.

Eddie still had a lot of healing to do.

But he did it with Steve by his side.

He did everything with Steve by his side.

When he made a sandwich, Steve was next to him, slicing the tomatoes.

When he was taking a shower, Steve was in it with him, or sitting on the toilet lid talking about his day.

When he was folding laundry, Steve was using dish detergent to get oil stains out of his jeans.

Every day was filled with moments together, and each moment was everything.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #love is wanting to do everything together #getting together #love confessions #soulmate au

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astr0exe · 2 months

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tysm! i cant wait for part two, can i suggest maybe price gets busy with work and (R) gets pouty n bratty and tries to make price jelly??? maybe end in with spanking and rough fucking maybe some dumbification????? but only if you want to! keep up the good work ☺️

ooooo bratty reader is my thing i got youuuu !! didnt include the jealous part cause i ended up in a worm hole BUT hope you enjoy !!

part.1 here !!

part.2 of stepdad price !!

tw : tm!reader, rough play, creampie, stepdad!price, brat reader, degradation

Stepdad Price with a bratty stepson. whos prodding him and poking him, whining in his ear huffing, you just want your daddy’s attention! its not your fault you’re so needy today:(

He groans as I sling your arms around his broad shoulders, losing all the patience he has always prided himself for having, the pen in his hold trembling with frustration, he can only hold on so long.

The light kisses I’m peppering on his temple and neck are the final straw as I keep whining about wanting his attention. His glare hardens on me, annoyed by my constant whining and pawing.

When his face turns to mine, I know I’m in for it. He hasn’t even said anything and yet my legs are trembling, from excitement, arousal at the thought of pissing him off.

“Okay lovie.. if you wan’a act like a whore who never gets dick I’ll treat you like one..” he growls through gritted teeth, before clashing our mouths together, no softness is held between us, only frustration and need. His teeth biting harshly into my lower lip, making me gasp from the sharp pain. I whine a quiet “daddy..” into his mouth, his tongue licking over my wounded lips.

I feel his hand reach round to the nape of my neck moving me rapidly to pin my head against his mahogany desk, my hips hitting the edge as he roughly shoves down my pants, he is huffing and groaning in my ear keeping my head down with his large hand. His other moves down from my hip to my arse, “You are going to take everything I give you like the whore you’re acting like, you get that boy?” he groans in my ear.

I barely have time to take in his words before his fingers are making purchase on my arse cheeks, pulling and gripping tightly. A resounding smack fills the air as a hand print starts to show on my arse, the sound of my shout fills the air, my fingers gripping the edge of his desk as tears brim in my eyes from the pain.

He scoffs, taking his thick dick out his pants as he smacks me again, mumbling in my ear “why have you been such a brat today baby boy? just be good for daddy..” before slapping the tip of his cock against my soaked pussy, making a wet sound. The sound makes him laugh, gripping my hair and pulling my head back “fuckk you’re so so wet for me, such a good boy finally gonna get what you want after whining and begging for it all day..”

Before I can make a bratty remark which is just begging to claw out my throat but before I can say anything he thrusts into my cunt, all the way in, a scream gets pushed out my mouth along with all the air that was in my lungs, his large dick feeling like its hitting into my womb as he starts thrusting, giving me no time to adjust as his grip on my hair tightens making me arch my back more, my hips hitting the edge of his desk painfully as i moan and whimper.

His deep groans and words making me clench tightly as he slaps my arse again and again until he hears my loud sobs, with my tears streaming down my face wetting his desk as his hips ruthlessly hit against mine, I cry and beg for him to slow down but it all comes out as nonsensical sentences, I’m completely fucked out, not even able to say anything other than “daddy” which i am screaming.

Price is moaning in my ear, biting my neck and shoulders as he pounds into me, putting one of his hands over my mouth despite us being home alone, he slowly pulls out just to flip me back around, grab my face, squish my cheeks together making my mouth open as his dick enters me again roughly, his spit entering my mouth at the same time, i moan loudly swallowing his spit with a shuddering sigh, my moans gain volume as my eyes roll back and my legs tremble.

Price knows the signs of me getting close and smirks, his hips stuttering as I cum, clenching around him even tighter making him groan loudly. He manages to hold off his orgasm to fuck me through mine. I can’t even focus my eyes on him as he slaps my face and laughs when I moan and clench due to the slap, his hand wraps around my throat as he groans, cumming deep inside me, filling me up as I whine at the feeling

#cod x reader #x trans male reader #cod smut #cod x male reader #x transmasc reader #captain price smut #captain john price #cod price #captain price #x male y/n #call of duty smut #john price smut #price x reader #john price #captain price x reader #cod fanfic #cas speaks

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dearest-painter · 3 months

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hi!! I’m the Valentino daughter anon, this is getting really long to type so it’s gonna be 🚬🎀 because I’m lazy.

what about The reader trying to get her dad to like her when she still lived with him by trying to be like him? Kinda like that one scene from bojack horseman where Bojack tries to smoke his mom’s cigarette and the scene ends with Beatrice saying “I’m punishing you for being alive” because angst has been in my head recently and I don’t know why.

anywho, thank you for not thinking my idea is annoying or weird, and also thank you for not being annoyed with my spamming because my info dumping has been nonstop<3333

PLEASE KEEP SPANMING ME VAL DAUGHTER ANON! PLEASE! I LOBE BEING SPAMMED!!!! DONT STOP >:[

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship, Valentino’s BITCH ass, no real yandere behavior but still Yandere AU, tell me if I need to add more

Summary: You had a dream again…it had Valentino…it’s been like this for weeks

You knew this was a dream…because this took place in the past. You sighed. This one reoccurred so often that you just go through it to make it stop. Getting up from the spot you where sitting in you grabbed the drawing as you walked down the hall. It always seemed so long when walking. You looked down at the drawing. It was a scribble of you and Valentino smiling, but not holding hands. You were beside him and holding a bucket that said ‘Tips for dad’ and Valentino was smiling as he held money in his hands.

He always seemed so happy when he had money…or anything or anyone else around him yet he seemed disinterested whenever you were around. You remember wishing to someone that he would finally love you for once. You wanted it so deeply. Before your mama and dad came around, you begged for Valentino’s love. A little part of you still does.

You finally reached the door. ‘Valentino’s office’ You sighed as you knocked on the door then meekly said. “Dad…it’s me…can I come in?” You waited…and waited until you heard a groan. That always meant yes so you entered, with your head down staring at the drawing. You didn’t wanna risk seeing one of Angel Dust’s coworkers in there, while they were pretty and cared for you..you didn’t wanna risk seeing them in their most vulnerable time..you know that whenever a worker enters here their vulnerable.

“Here you go dad” You softly said as you put the drawing on his desk. You could hear him snatching it. “Do you like it?” You softly asked. You heard him mumble something under his breath. If you were to look up you’d see him shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “Yeah sure” he said in an annoyed tone. You knew he hated it but that little part of you felt happy that he said he liked it. “Now I got work to do. Go play with those toys” he said as he waved his hand. “Can…can I hangout with Angel Dust?” You softly asked.

He thought about it then shrugged as he pushed you out his office. “Sure, I don’t care. I’m busy so don’t bother me okay sweetie?” He said in an annoyed tone. He hates calling you that. But you were happy, you got some love from him. Smiling widely you headed towards Angel Dust, this was always your favorite part of your dream. Going to play with mama.

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#Valentino’s daughter!reader #Valentino daughter!reader #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #fem reader #yandere hazbin hotel #female reader

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cosmal · 1 year

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okayy since my profile’s all fucked again im gonna keep annoying in ur ask box…

rugby!james learning to make time for reader after they start datingg

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 — 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

summary you don’t think you have anymore time to see james. he promises to make an effort. so do you.

also this is unedited sorry

warnings/tags fem!reader, she/her pronouns rugby!james, angst, fluff at the end

word count 1.4k

“What about Thursday?” you call through the door, rinsing your hands through warm water, washing the suds from your wrists as a distraction.

“Training. You know that. Every Thursday.” He doesn’t say it cruelly, more of a soft reminder to move past it.

“No, James. You told me it was cancelled this week.”

Through the door, James can still hear your upset building. It has his chest tightening with worry because he really didn’t want this to happen this season. Juggling his training and games, and your job and meetings has become more of a problem the further into the rugby season he gets. His team keeps winning games and your work just keeps piling up.

He waits for you to open the door but it doesn’t happen. He hears the tap squeak off and then your pacing.

“I did?” he asks because he really doesn’t remember.

“Yes,’’ your voice trails off.

He doesn’t argue. It’s likely. “Hey, open up and we can figure something out, yeah?”

There’s some rustling, lids getting clicked closed and then the metal crash of your pedal bin slamming shut before you open up. You’re all done up and pretty, eyes sparkling with a sheen of glitter and a lip gloss James loves. A black dress he also loves. To death. If you didn’t look so worried he’d make a cheesy, lovely comment.

He’d also soothe the pinched crease between your eyebrows if he knew it wouldn’t ruin the 45 minute job you’d done with your makeup.

“What’s there to figure out?” you ask, voice a little pitched up, “You have rugby, I’ll have a meeting. It’s the same as always.”

You walk past him to your dresser, clicking on the yellow light bulbs to search for a pair of earrings. James follows.

“What do you mean the same?’’ he asks, catching a view of you in the mirror, standing behind you with his arms folded over his chest.

You lean forward to pierce a gold hoop through your ear and catch his eyes, sighing you say, “Please, James. I don’t want to argue, I have to leave in ten minutes and I don’t want to be in a bad mood for the whole night.”

“When did we start arguing?” he asks, closing the gap between the both of you. You stand up straight, turning to press your back into the lip of your dresser. The gap grows again and James hates it.

“James,” you sigh, twisting a little too roughly at the gold in your ears so the clip is at the back.

“What did you mean by the same as always?” he asks.

If he didn’t look so sad you’d say something like you know what I mean, James. You decide against it when he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. A habit of his you hate. You’d reach forward and tug it from his mouth if you thought just his touch right now wouldn’t have you unravelling. It always does. You’ll appologise for getting angry and he’ll applogise for arguing or whatever and the subject will be forgotten until next week.

You have the urge to forget about it. The stronger urge to actually talk to him.

“You’ve just been so busy lately,” you tell him, “So have I. I just, what…what if nothing ever changes?”

“Hey, the season’s almost over. Then I’m all yours.” he tells you, more hopeful than you are. Than you’ve been for the past few weeks.

You sigh. Because it’s tiring and because it’s nothing new. “And then in another eight weeks you’ll have the pre-season. You spend more time on that oval than you do in your own apartment.”

James deflates, full body, letting his shoulders slump forward. The charismatic, strong front he tries to put on falters only for a moment. It’s different. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, honey.”

Your hands squeak around the wood of your dresser where you lean backwards, “That’s exactly my point, James.” you exasperate, working yourself up more than you wanted to be. You don’t want to be this way with him, it’s not how you’d of like to have handled this situation. Your guilt eats at your tongue but you don’t stop, “You can’t skip training or games, I’d never ask you of that. It’s a problem with no solution.”

James eyes flicker behind the glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. Sniffling before he says, “What are you saying?”

You become a little too defensive, “I don’t know!”

“You want to break up?” he asks, quieter than he’s ever been around you. He hates it, you hate it even more.

You shake your head, leaning up off your furniture and step closer to him, exasperated you say, “God, no, James. That’t the last thing I want.”

He nods, a little more hopeful, “Right.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Jesus Christ, no.” He doesn’t even think before he answers you. He’d never have to.

“Okay,” you say before closing the space berween you entirely. Wanting his comfort more than anything.

He gives it to you willingly, snaking his arms around your back, his fingers warm against the bare skin under your straps, “Hey, okay,’ he says, curls touching his eyelashes, ‘’What if I promise to make more of an effort?”

“You make a lot of effort,”

He shakes his head and you brush his curls back. Something simple, but also something you both need, Simple touches. “More though.”

You tilt your head back, “More?”

“I promise to make dinners and I’ll- I’ll come visit you on your lunch breaks,”

“James…”

He grins boyishly and you’ve missed the ten minutes you had without it. His smile is a treasure. “I mean it!” he laughs, though still entirely serious, “I’ll make sure I don’t go overtime at trainings and when I do get home I promise to give you more back massages than you need.”

“James,” you repeat, smile almost as bright as his, “I can’t ask you to do all those things, you’ll get tired and I don’t want that.”

His smile tampers down, “No I won’t.”

“No?”

“No. And if I do, I don’t care. I want to make this work.”

You peck his top lip, too quick for James’ liking, “I do too.” Another kiss, “I do.” you murmur against the light stubble of his jaw.

“Good,” he says, pecking you back. Too quick for your own liking. You’re both holding back the strong urge to appologise like idiots.

“I promise to make time for you too,” you tell him seriously.

“You’ll give me massages?” he asks hopefully, squeezing you closer to prove his point. His hands are a heat you need, feeling yourself lean futher into him until he sits down on the frame of your bed.

“Sure,” you say, completely truthfully. You will. You might love it more than him.

There’s a small beat where James is staring at you too intently. You can feel your cheeks under his loving gaze. “We can get through this,”

You blink, “You think?”

His smile is once again too soft and you can feel yourself melting, “I know.”

You push his glasses back up his nose and his face screws up all dazed, “How?”

“Because, I love you and I’d do anything for you.” he murmurs, leaning up to kiss you. Warm and tender against your skin that sticks to him. He huffs into your mouth until you’re both smiling which makes kissing almost impossible. Still, you kiss like it’s your first.

You pull away all flushed and glassy eyed, “You’re awful,” you pant.

“Awful? I’d say more like charming,” he says indiginantly. His boyish charm washing back over him like he’d never lost it.

“Don’t say things like that when I’ve spent so much time on my makeup,” you laugh wetly, pushing your fingertips into your hot cheeks. Careful not to smudge anything.

James pouts lovingly, pulling you back into his firm chest, “Oh, don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s okay,” he coos, fighting the urge to hold you so tight it messes you hair and makeup entirely. “We’re okay,” he repeats, quieter than last.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he echoes. “Now turn around so I can zip your dress.”

You frown over his shoulder, “It already is zipped up,”

“No, I want to unzip it. Wanna see what’s underneath before you go out.”

You pull back and lightly slap him over his chest, “James!”

How could you ever think you’d never fix anything with a boyfriend so charming. It’d be impossible.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter imagine #james potter headcanon #james potter drabbles #james potter fanfiction

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gentlyweeps-world · 2 years

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Miscommunication

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You overhear Jakes friends talk about how he can tolerate how clingy you are, causing you to withdraw from him. (This is a bit shorter)

Requested by: @acupnoddle

(T/W): asshole friends, cussing

Genre: tiny bit of angst, but in the end fluff and slight smut

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You had just wondered off for five minutes to the bathroom, just five minutes, but you could already hear them laughing.

“Okay seriously Jake how do you deal with her?”, one of Jakes civilian friends ask, you already forgotten his name, it didn’t really matter.

“Man, she’s all over you, she’s like a fucking puppy man!”, another one chimed in, taking a drink from his beer.

“Hey shes not that bad! Sure it’s annoying but I love her!”, Jake says playing along, which you know but it still hurts.

You quickly shake your head making your way to the table, leaning down and placing a kiss on Jakes head, “Sorry guys but I don’t feel good, I’m gonna go”, you say giving a smile to Jakes friends.

“Wait baby who will I go home with”, Jake says looking up to you, grabbing your hand and giving it a kiss.

You quickly pull your hand away, “I’m sure you’ll figure something out”, you say smiling as you do so.

Turning and walking away you hear one of his friends mumble, “What’s her problem?”.

That was a month ago.

One month of you distancing yourself. One month of Jake trying to get close but you push him away. One month of no sex, yeah no sex. One month with none to little kissing.

You hear the front door open and close, then a faint, “Honey I’m home!”, from Jake as you walk out of your shared room.

Quickly walking over to the kitchen you make sure everything is set for dinner, then feel his arms wrap around you then a kiss on your head.

“Missed you”, Jake says, placing his head on your back, “You too”, you say quickly pulling away from him, causing him to frown momentarily.

You walk over to the kitchen island and place your two plates, sit down, and start to eat.

“So, how was your day?”, Jake asks glancing over to you, “Fine, yours?”, you ask not looking up to him.

“Is something wrong?”, Jake asks tired of whatever you’re doing.

Making eye contact with him you reply with a small no and go back to eating.

“What the hell (Y/n)! I’m getting tired of this, day after day I come home to you acting like you hate me! Like you want nothing to do with me! Do you know how much that breaks my heart? I fucking miss you, I want you! I miss you so much, what did I do to make this happen?”, Jake says getting up from his seat, pulling you out from your seat, and against him, eyes looking into yours for an answer of any kind.

“You’re overreacting”, you say pulling away from him.

You could see his heart break, his eyes start to tear up, and his body goes numb.

“Im overreacting? You’re my fucking wife and want nothing to do with me?! How is that overreacting?? I just want to feel loved again”, he says, walking over to you and reaching out to touch your face.

You let his touch linger, savoring the moment, then pulling away, “Im going to bed”, you say then rush off, leaving Jake standing clueless and heart broken.

———

You could hear the sobs from your room, it pained you just lying in bed not doing anything but listening to him crying.

You had to distance yourself for him and you. He found you annoying, how much you love him.

You curl up against yourself, hugging Jakes shirt closer to your body as you do so.

You let tears slip down your face, slowly getting up you go to the bathroom, splashing water on your face you prepare yourself to finally talk to him.

You walk into the living room and to the couch, seeing Jake laying on his side with used tissues littered around him.

Making eye contact you don’t say a word, picking up the tissues, he opens his arms for you, gladly taking the invite you curl up against him.

“Shit, sorry, I know you don’t like this”, you say starting to get up until he pulls you back in closer.

“You heard them didn’t you?”, he says snuggling in closer, happy to be close to you again.

You tense up, nodding your head, “Listen baby, I love you, nothing you say or do changes that, I love that you can be clingy and affectionate, it makes me feel loved”, he says making eye contact with you before giving you a kiss.

“I love you too Jake, I’m sorry”, you say gripping onto him. You can feel him melt against you, his hands traveling around your body.

“It’s alright, just don’t ever think I find you annoying”, Jake says, sitting up against the couch, pulling you on-top of him.

You look down into his eyes, pulling him into a breath taking kiss.

(Take my breath awayyyy)

“Oh fuck, I’ve missed you so much”, he says pulling apart, his hands trailing all over you.

“I have too”, you say grinning down at him, you feel him place his hands on your waist, and you feel his hard on.

“Tonight you’re going to make up for the lack of communication baby”, Jake says grabbing the back of your neck, slamming his lips against yours.

“Gladly”, you whimper against his lips, grinding down against him.

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theflnalb0y · 1 year

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Hospital Lighting

You get stabbed and can only think of one person to call.

There was a pipe leaking in the alley, causing a steady, annoying drip to echo off the walls as you stood there, hands shoved deep in your jacket pockets. You were supposed to be meeting a guy here for a deal, but he seemed to be a no show, causing you to huff. You had better things to do than wait here all night. After another minute of waiting you decided to call it a night, pushing off the wall you had been leaning against and turning to leave the alley.

It happened fast, one minute you were walking out towards the street, and the next you were being shoved against the wall, your head snapping back and cracking against the bricks. Your head spun, and you were only briefly aware of the man in front of you. He was demanding something, probably the bag of meth in your pocket, but you couldn’t really hear him over the ringing in your ears. He stepped towards you, something flashing in his hand, and you bolted, trying to run around him. He tackled you to the ground, and you screamed despite knowing no one in this part of town would help you. You thrashed in his grasp, vaguely hearing a brief “Shit!”, before he reached into your pocket, grabbing the bag and taking off.

You laid there for a moment, head still spinning, before you felt a burning pain in your stomach. The pain only worsened as you slowly sat up, lifting your shirt to reveal a bloody mess. That asshole had stabbed you during the struggle. You fumbled around in your pockets, eventually finding your phone. Your hands trembled as you flipped it open, smearing blood over the buttons. You sat there, trying to keep pressure on your wound as you tried to think about what to do. Calling 911 wasn’t an option. Your eyes darted around for a moment before landing on something on the ground next to you. A bright yellow matchbook. You shifted slightly, using the wall as support as you made your call.

Saul’s presence was announced a few minutes later by the sound of a car door slamming and a stream of curses. You blinked and suddenly you were in the passenger seat of his car, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.

“Where are we going?” You asked, shutting your eyes.

“Hey hey, keep your eyes open. Don’t fall asleep.” He reached over, gently shaking you until you opened your eyes and glared at him. “I’m taking you to a hospital.”

You sat up straight, ignoring the pain in your gut. “No no no no hospitals Saul, I was dealing!”

He glanced over at you, clearly panicked. “Look, I’ll take care of that, but jesus christ kid I don’t want you to bleed out in my car while I try to find someone to take care of you. Just trust me on this.”

You groaned, bringing your free hand up to cover your face. “If I end up in jail…. I’m gonna stab you.”

You could just barely hear his strained chuckle before you passed out.

***

It was way too bright. And loud. You shifted, only for a sharp pain in your side to cause you to jolt fully awake. Your eyes flew open, the lights temporarily blinding you until they adjusted. You were in a hospital bed, the machines hooked up to you beeping away. Your eyes landed on Saul, who was pacing circles around your room, his hands shaking slightly. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so worried.

“Hey,” You called out to him, voice hoarse. “You’re still here?”

He looked over at you, relief flooding his features before he rushed to your side. “You’re awake.” He cleared his throat, sitting in the chair beside your bed. “You scared the hell out of me kid.”

“Sorry…” You mumbled, reaching up to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “What’d you tell the doctor?”

“I told them that you got mugged. Guy was jumpy, panicked and attacked you, grabbed whatever cash you had on you and took off.” He explained, reaching over to knock your hand away when you started fiddling with your IV. “Said you were scared and out of it and called me.”

You nodded, looking over at him with a small smile. “Do I have to pay you for this?” you joked.

He laughed, shaking his head at you. “Not this time. But if you ever scare me like that again I’m charging you full price.”

He stood, patting your shoulder before turning to walk away. “I’m gonna get a nurse.”

“Saul wait-” You reached out, grabbing his hand before he got too far. He turned to look at you, and your breath caught in your throat. Had he always looked like that, or was the hospital lighting somehow working in his favor? You fell silent for a moment, before giving his hand a squeeze. “...Thanks for being there… and for staying with me…”

“Hey, any time kid. Don’t ever hesitate to call me.” He smiled down at you, gently squeezing your hand back.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before seeming to remember where you were, letting go of each other’s hands. He left to find a nurse as you settled back into your bed, sighing. You must have hit your head harder than you thought.

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maarriiii · 1 year

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The Date (Simp) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: After all these years, it’s finally here. It was so hard and frustrating to finish this. Honestly, not my best work but I’m just glad I can get it done. It’s a little open ended since I still have plans for this but I think it’s gonna be awhile until I start working on it. I hope this worth the wait guys.

Summary: You and Wilbur went on your first date.

Pairing(s): cc!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader, cc!Wilbur Soot x actor!reader

Warning(s): None. (I didn’t proofread it tho)

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The anticipation was killing you. It had been since the moment you got out from your car and saw Wilbur standing, waiting patiently for you in the parking lot of the beach. He had a genuine smile on his face, one that was incredibly contagious and gorgeous. When you asked what did he have plan for the day, he pulled out a blindfold from behind him instead of telling you, claiming he wanted it to be a surprise. You shook your head, but in reality your heart was like an acrobat on a show, performing intricate and delicate moves of jumping and flipping. He moved behind you to tie the blindfold when you gave him the permission, making sure it wasn't too tight for you. He then placed both of his hands on your shoulders, asking if it was okay. You appreciated that he asked and nodded that it was, hyper aware at the fact that it was his hands that was touching you.

The two of you had been walking for a few minutes now trying to reach the spot Wilbur had set up, avoiding seashells or any sharp and dangerous objects in the sand that could injure your feet—honestly, there were a few close calls. You tried to figure out where you were going since you've been to this beach a few times before but you don't ever recall walking this far before. So, you stop trying and just talked with Wilbur, enjoying the feeling of sand on your toes and the sound of waves crashing the shore and the splash hitting your feet. You asked him about the tour, he asked you about the last film you were working on. You wanted to mess with him when he revealed he haven't watch the film yet, so you mumbled something about being annoyed that he hadn't watch it under your breath, loud enough for him to hear. Immediately, he started stuttering, spitting out words after words before a laugh escaped your lips—he thought you were being too much of a good actor, you thanked him.

After awhile, your guide stopped and so did you. If it was even posible, you grew even more excited than you did before. You heard Wilbur walking around you, away from where you stood, his hands no longer on you. You heard talking, more like mumbling, to himself. It was cute really how he was as nervous as you were.

"Okay," Wilbur finally spoke. "I think this is the best I can do to tidy this up."

"I'm sure it's fine, Wil."

"Well, you deserve only the best."

You smiled, grinned. "So, can I take this off now?"

Wilbur shook his head, forgetting that you still wore the blindfold. "Shit, yeah, of course. You can take it off."

Slowly, you untied the knot. With every movement your fingers made, your heartbeat increased. It was ridiculous really, to be this nervous for a date. You've been on one before, multiple even, you shouldn't feel like this but no matter how many times and how hard you convinced yourself that it was going to be alright, your nerves did not disappear however when the blindfold no longer shielded your eyes and you could finally see what's in front of you, the feeling was immediately replaced by something else, pure shock and amazement.

"So, what do you think?" Wilbur asked, holding his hands.

You still couldn't fathom the sight in front of you. "I—Wil, this is—this is amazing. You didn't have to do all this."

He shrugged his shoulders like he didn't just win over your heart at that moment. "It's nothing, really."

"Are you kidding me? You brought wine and a charcuterie board. A charcuterie board, Wil!"

He laughed. "I know a place here from my last visit that sell it as a package. So, really, it's nothing."

You gazed at him, stars in your eyes. "You're amazing."

Wilbur ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "Come on. I think we should sit down."

You’ve heard the phrase “this feels like a movie” many times in your life and were lucky enough to experienced many things that felt like those words, including what you were doing today. A glass of red wine in your hand surrounded by the beautiful scenery of the quiet and peaceful L.A beach accompanied by whom you think was the most wonderful, amazing, funny and incredible good looking man. Music comes in the sound of waves hitting the shore and seagulls roaming the orange pinkish sky. Between you two was the still filled charcuterie board consisting of cheese, crackers, olives and slices of prosciutto, and a small vase with a single rose. You’ve been to a couple of picnics like this before, with Sam or other friends. Logically, this shouldn’t be anything special. But, the fact Wilbur planned all this for you, for a first date no less, warmed your heart.

The two of you just enjoyed each others company without any disturbance whatsoever. Just talking and laughing and smiling. It felt like you were in your own little bubble. You don’t want this to end and you hoped neither did Wilbur. But, as the sky slowly turned darker and the air turned colder, you know your blissful day had to come to an end and the two of you must part ways. Only time could tell when you will see him again, face to face, but you hoped it would be sooner than later.

Wilbur leaned back on his arms, the corner of his lips quirked up. A faint trace of a smile. You saved the image to your head, along with many other. “Can’t believe it’s already dark.”

“I know. I feel like it’s only been minutes.”

He turned to you. “Well, time flies pretty fast when you have good company. And, I have an exceptional one.”

You cursed his ability to make your cheeks heat up. “Well, I can say the same thing about you.”

“I’m glad. I would be very wounded if you think I’m a shit company.”

You laughed for god only knows how many times that day. “Don’t worry, you’re not. Far from it even. This is the best day I’ve had in awhile. So, thank you.”

“No problem. I’m glad I can give you that.”

Silence washes over you for a bit.

“So, you’re leaving tomorrow, huh?”

Wilbur sighed, staring at the sky. “Yeah, we got a few more shows left before we head back home.”

“Busy, busy, busy.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“It’s too bad, though.”

“Why’s that?”

You contemplated the words that was about to come out of your mouth before finally just revealing it. “I’m gonna miss you. I know we could just text and call each other but I’m gonna miss this, seeing you in person and maybe going on more dates? I don’t know if that’s too forward.”

Wilbur laughed. “We’ll definitely be going on more dates. I promise you that.”

“Good. You better not back down on that promise, Wil.”

“I’d be an idiot if I do.”

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elliesbiatch · 1 year

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4. Getting along a little too well

Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: smut, angst, 18+, mdni, FISTING, spit, pet names, cursing, a lil oral, rough, choking, blood, arguing, physical fight. Lmk if I missed any 🤍

Notes: proofread? A bit

Reblogs/ comments/ likes are appreciated ly🤍

Word count : 2k ;)

Ellie and I had never really gotten along anytime we were around each other it would end up in an argument. There is something about her that just pushes my buttons. It made it hard on Dina because we were both friends with her but would only get along for a few minutes before finding something to argue about. Dina has invited me over to her place for dinner so I get ready before heading over.

“Hey Dina” I smile as I walk into her small home. “Hey y/n, thanks for coming over” she grins as I slowly walk my way over to her couch. “Oh - wait could you just grab something for me- in the basement” Dina mutters as she makes her way over to the kitchen. “Uh- sure what is it” I smile as I walk over to the basement door. “There’s a- um- bag I left down there” she stutters and I raise an eyebrow.

“Jesse will be over to get it soon and I need to keep an eye on the food” she tells me as I sigh and open the door. I walk down the long stairs into the dimly light room. Where could the bag be- probably should’ve asked. I shuffled around searching for this bag but couldn’t find it. I sigh and begin to give up when I hear someone talking upstairs- must be Jesse. I walk over to a cupboard and it creaks as I open it up. I hear the basement door open and then shut.

I hear the footsteps come down the stairs as my head is still in the cupboard- rummaging- Dina needs to get rid of all this shit. “Sorry- I’m still looking” I giggle pulling my head out to see Ellie standing at the end of the stairs. What the fuck. “Why are you down here” I ask her while looking her up and down. “What are YOU doing here?- Dina asked me to get something for her” Ellie says. I roll my eyes- fucking dina. “Lemme guess, a bag for Jesse?” I sigh as I walk over and past Ellie. She hums and I begin to walk up the stairs.

I reach the door and jiggle the doorknob. “Fuck it’s locked” I groan as I shake it a little more. “Why’d you lock it you idiot” I snap looking down at Ellie. She opens her mouth to snap back when I hear Dina from the other side. “I locked it- and yous aren’t coming back out until yous get along- I’m sick of the fighting” she says loud for us to hear. “Dina cut it out- open the door” I hear from behind me as Ellie pushes me to the side.

“I’ll just kick down the door” Ellie calls as we hear Dina walk away. “I’d like to see you try” I huff as I walk back down to the small room. I crouch in the corner as Ellie jiggles the door knob a few more times. “Fuck- Ellie it’s locked? It’s not gonna magically open for you” I snap- irritated by the noise she’s making. “Shut up” she snaps. I sigh and lean my head on the side of the work bench leg. I hear Ellie come down and sit on the bottom step.

She starts to tap her foot anxiously on the concrete floor making my blood boil. Even the smallest things she does pisses me off. “Are you ever not annoying?” I snap as I look up at Ellie- my eyes piercing into her. “Your voice is infuriating- stop using it” she groans back and I huff out- shaking my head. “You know - Dina is just wasting her time? We’re never gonna get along” I start and Ellie looks at me. “You’re too stubborn and mean to ever just be nice to me” I finish. She raises an eyebrow and opens her mouth to speak. “I’m too stubborn? You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met” she snaps pointing at me.

“You’ve never met yourself so-“ I sigh and she stands up. “Fuck this- I’m breaking the door down” she snaps and I roll my eyes. “You’re not not even strong enough” I mutter and she turns to look at me. “I’m not strong enough? I bet your ass last week” she snaps and I huff. She kinda did- but I bet her ass too. “Just sit down” I mumble as she walks towards me. “You want me to beat your ass again? Remind you?” She asks and I begin to stand up.

“Not in the mood for this el-“ I begin but get cut off by a slap. “You just bitch slapped me?” I laugh as she walks closer, hands balled into fists. “Pathetic” I spit snd she harshly pushes me against the brick wall. “Don’t fucking touch me” I snap with my eyebrows furrowed. “Or what” she laughs and I shake my head in anger. Without hesitation I step forward, make a fist and punch her across the face. A little blood comes from her nose and she lets out a low laugh as she wipes it away . “That the best you can do ?” She coos. “No I can do a whole lot worse” I shout and she raises her eyebrows and tells me to “go ahead”.

I go to hit her again but she catches my wrist and holds it front of her face. I grunt as I try pull it away. “Let go” I groan, but she doesn’t listen. I quickly lift my other hand and hit her again. She lets go and stumbles back slightly. “You’re gone pay for that y/n” she spits and walks towards me to push me once again against the wall, only this time the only thing pushing into me are her soft lips.

“What the fuck” I snap and push her away slightly as she smirks. “What?” She smiles and leans in to touch my lips lightly, “I told you- you’re gonna pay” she mutters before closing her eyes and crashing her lips on to mine again. I hesitate and she gets frustrated. “Fucking kiss me” she growls and I oblige. We kiss for a moment- sloppy and wet. Her hands run up and down my sides and as they reach my hips, she pulls them into her.

“You gonna be a good girl for me ?” She asks as her hands cup my ass. I don’t answer though- I couldn’t believe this was even happening, I hate Ellie. “Hm?” She hums as I continue to kiss her. A hard slap lands on my ass and I shriek. “Answer me” she snaps and I gulp with both fear and excitement. Her hand comes up to land on my neck and she squeezes it slightly. It’s harder to breath now and it only gets worse when her other hand goes down to rub me through my jeans. I groan slightly at the feeling she’s giving me.

“If I let go of you, will you answer me” she asks and I nod my head slightly. “Yes” I pant out as she lets go. “Yes what?” She asks as her hand continues to rub. “I’ll be a good girl for you” I groan and she grins. “You want me to ruin you?” She mumbles as she looks me up and down. I swallow hard and nod. “Use your words” she snaps and I take a sharp breath in, her hand is up gripping my face. “Yes- ruin me Ellie” I groan and she shakes her head. “Where are your manners”.

“Please” I say and she gives me a smile before bringing her hands down to take off my jeans and underwear. She squats down to get them off and keeps her eyes up on me. My breathing is jagged as I watch her lick up my leg before stopping right at my wet pussy. I was embarrassed of how wet I had gotten for her. “So wet already” she smirks before kissing just above my aching clit. “I’ve barely touched you- What do you want me to do?” She asks- her mouth just centimetres from my cunt. My cheeks flush red at the question- I couldn’t tell her that I want her to eat me out- I literally hated her, I couldn’t give her the satisfaction.

“I can’t do anything to you if you don’t tell me pretty girl” she says as she slides her hand up and down my exposed thigh. “Tell me” she snaps and I shudder a little at the sudden anger. “Um- I want your mouth on my pussy” I say awkwardly and she giggles. She brings her mouth to my clit and gives it a quick lick. Pleasure runs through my body as she continues. “Fuck” I groan and she pulls away. I groan at the loss of touch and she points over to the table. “Go sit there” she demands and I give her a confused look.

“You want me to make you ?” She asked and I shake my head. I walk over and hoist myself up. She comes over, spreads my legs apart and spits down onto my pussy. “You want something inside?” She asks as she brings her tattooed arm closer. “I’m gonna stretch your pretty cunt” she grins and I begin to tingle with excitement. She brings her fingers to my hole and teases it. “Fuck- do it already Ellie” I groan and she slams three fingers in, making me yelp. “So desperate” she mutters as she pumps them in and out. Feeling her fingers in me felt so good I moan softly as she begins to hit my g-spot.

“That enough? Or do you need more?” She asks and brings her other hand back up to choke me lightly. I manage to get out a quick ‘more please’. I try to control my moans as she slips in another- really stretching me out. “Be quiet” she whispers, “we don’t want dina to know we’re getting along a little too much” she mutters. I begin to push my hips towards her to make her fingers go deeper. She notices and laughs, “more?”. I nod, biting my lip as she slips all of her fingers in. My moans get louder and she takes her hand off my neck to cover my mouth.

“Shhhhh” she whispers as she continues to pump in and out. I grip the edge of the table as she watches her hand struggle to get in. “So tight” she groans before letting a string of spit fall onto me. She slides in and out slow- letting me adjust. I let out little whimpers as I feel myself opening more for her. She mutters a few curse words under her breath as she lets her fist go in and out of me. “Does my fist feel good ?” She asks and I moan in response- the pleasure she was giving me was too good for me to be able to speak. “Just like that?” She asks and I nod my head- her green eyes don’t leave mine as she slams it in and back out. I let out a loud moan, feeling the knot start to form.

“F-fuck Ellie I’m gonna c-cum” I moan out and she shushes me. “Good girl- cum on my fist sweet girl” she mutters before leaning in and kissing me- to try quieten my moans. My whole body tingles as her lips stay on mine. I never thought I’d have her this way- fist fucking me. She lays her sweaty forehead against my abdomen and watches her hand. “Cum” she demands and I roll my eyes back. The knot unravels and the pleasure ripples up my body. “Oh- FUCK- Ellie- fuck just like that” I almost scream and she puts her hand up to my mouth to shut me up. I pant slowly as she takes her fist out, leaving my hole all messy.

“Holy shit” I pant and she smirks, “next time I’m gonna have to gag you- keep you nice and quiet” she tells me and butterflies erupt in my stomach even thinking about it.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #tlou ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you

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iboatedhere · 1 year

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Image updated to capture the mood.

Thanks for the tag @rmd-writes @welcometololaland and @liminalmemories21.

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“This is still wrong,” TK snaps as he slides the report back across his desk. “I’ve told you three times how to do it correctly and you’re still wrong. Am I not communicating clearly or are you just not listening or….”

Isaiah’s hands tremble as he reaches for the report and his bottom lip wobbles. “Oh,” he says, “I don’t know, I’m—.”

“You don’t know if I’m not communicating or if you’re not listening?”

“No, I mean, I know,” he stutters. “It’s not you, I’m sorry. It’s just…my boyfriend broke up with me last night and I’m a little off this morning…”

TK rolls his eyes and looks back to his computer. There are sixteen new emails waiting for him. “You know what,” he says, “we’ve all got boyfriend problems but life goes on. You can either learn to deal with them or you can find another job, it’s up to you.”

“I don’t want to find another job,” Isaiah tells him. “Please don’t fire me, please Mr. Strand, I—.”

“Okay,” TK interrupts, “don’t grovel. Just go and do it right. Don’t come back until you do.”

Isaiah nods then turns and flees, narrowly missing Agent Reyes as he flies out the door.

Agent Reyes slips in and takes the seat that Isaiah left, casually sitting with his ankle crossed over his knee.

“What do you want?” TK asks and Agent Reyes shrugs.

“I was just wondering if you’re planning on being a dick the whole day or if it’s gonna start petering-out around noon…”

TK’s eyes almost cross with how hard he’s staring at the screen, trying desperately not to think about the way Agent Reyes’ lips formed around the word dick. “I’m not being a dick,” he says, tapping on the keyboard, writing gibberish.

“Really, because that’s the fourth employee that’s left your office in tears.”

TK heaves a sigh. “He’s doing it wrong. They’re all doing it wrong. Do they think they’re ever going to get ahead like that? It doesn’t get better. I’m the nicest person here.”

“That’s terrifying.”

“Why do you care? Why are you even here right now? I thought the building was secure so I don’t really know what the point of you being here is.”

“I know last night didn’t go as planned,” Agent Reyes says, ignoring TK’s attitude. “But you shouldn’t take it out on your employees. It’s a bad look.”

“I’m not—,” TK starts but his defense of himself quickly dies off when Agent Reyes raises his brows and fixes him with a look. “Fine,” TK says. “I’ll buy them lunch. They like this Chinese place around the corner…”

“I’m not really in the mood for Chinese.”

“Who said you were invited to lunch?”

“Considering how I’m one of the people you’ve been a dick to…”

“Fine,” TK snaps as he digs into his desk drawer and pulls out a handful of menus. He tosses them across the desk. “You pick but keep in mind that Cecelia is a vegetarian and Connor doesn’t do gluten. He’s not allergic, he just doesn’t do it.”

“That’s kind of annoying,” Agent Reyes mumbles and TK hums in agreement then groans as his phone rings.

“What now?” He whines before hitting the speaker button. “This is TK.”

“Mr. Strand, hi,” Jackie at the front desk says. “There’s a delivery here for you.”

He glances at Agent Reyes who tenses.

“It’s not ticking or leaking a white power is it?” TK asks and Agent Reyes rolls his eyes.

“Umm,” Jackie says, sounding nervous. “It’s flowers…I can bring them down to you…”

“No, it’s okay. I gotta get up and walk around, I’ve been sitting too long. I’ll be down.”

Agent Reyes clears his throat and TK sighs.

“Agent Reyes will be down. Hey, Jackie, do you have a preference for lunch?”

“Oh no, I’m not picky.”

“That’s the right answer,” TK tells her. “Thank you.” He ends the call then gives Agent Reyes a pointed look. “You heard the woman, I have flowers at the front desk. If you want lunch you’re going to have to work for it.”

“A dick,” Agent Reyes says, smoothing down his tie as he stands up.

TK watches his hand trail across his chest for a beat too long then looks back at his computer screen. “Please stop saying dick,” he says, quiet as a prayer as Agent Reyes steps out of his office. He opens an attachment and groans at glaring mistakes. “What the hell is everyone on today?” He asks himself before replying.

He’s in the middle of a strongly worded email when Agent Reyes returns holding a bouquet of long stem roses, so big TK can’t even see him through the blooms.

“Who are they from?”

“I don’t know,” Agent Reyes says as he sets them down.

“You didn’t read the card?”

“No.”

“You’re a liar,” TK says as he plucks the card from the stems. “It’s from Alex. Of course.”

“That was nice of him,” Agent Reyes says and TK shrugs.

“It’s whatever. He says he’s sorry he was late and he doesn’t want to fight but if he thinks he can buy me some flowers and everything will be okay again....” He tucks the card back between the stems. “He probably had an intern pick these out.”

“So you’re just gonna be mad?”

“Yes,” TK tells him. “Why do you care anyway? It’s personal, it's got nothing to do with my safety so what’s it to you?”

“I—.” Agent Reyes cuts himself off with a shake of his head. “You’re right,” he says. “It’s none of my business. I’ll leave you to it.”

TK instantly feels like an asshole. “Tell me what you want for lunch.”

“Get whatever,” Agent Reyes says, already halfway out the door. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

TK heaves a sigh as he turns back to his email, annoyed that he’s now in a fight with two of the most prominent men in his life.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #secret service AU #wip wednesday

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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'Til the end of the line and back

Chapter 11: A small break.

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Warning: fluff, kissing, cuddling, lil itty bitty bit of angst, mentions of nightmares

A/N: I think it was about time these guys just spent some time together! Let me know your thoughts!

Series Maserlist

Ch. 10

Bucky’s lips were soft against yours. Your reply had barely rolled off your tongue when he pulled you in, unable to hold back the need to kiss you any longer. His hold on you tightened as if you would disappear if he let go. Both of you are breathless as you pull away slightly. Bucky rests his forehead against yours. Steve clears his throat besides you.

“I would very much like to be included.”

You laugh as you and Bucky open your arms to allow Steve closer. He kisses you first and then Bucky. The three of you stay like that for some time. Sharing kisses and lingering touches until the light in the living room turns on.

“Finally.” Nat says from the hallway. Her presence causes you to pull away from each other. She’s still bruised and although she won’t show it she’s also in pain. That doesn’t stop the genuine smile she has.

“Is everything ok Nat?” Steve asks, a little bit annoyed at the intrusion.

“Adam had a nightmare and won’t calm down until he sees you.”

“Ok, I’ll be right there.” You nod before turning to both men. Each of them receives a kiss on the cheek before you get up. “I’ll see you later.”

“Ok, take your time.” Bucky says as they watch you walk out of the living room.

“Whatever you’re going to say, don't.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, Rogers. I’m just very happy that you three finally got your shit together.”

Bucky rolls his eyes as he gets up from the couch.

“I’m going back to bed.”

“Me too, you should get some rest Nat.”

“Yeah, Yeah. Don’t think I’m gonna let this slide, I want details.” She yells after them with a satisfied grin on her face.

Adam’s panicked eyes met yours as you made your way into his room. He reaches out waiting for you to grab his hand.

“It felt so real. They made me watch while they hurt you.” He says on a shaky breath.

“Hey it’s ok, I’m here.”

You sat at the edge of the bed and ran your fingers through his hair. Adam finally started to relax back into the bed and his breathing evened out but his eyes stayed on you. Adam had been your friend since childhood and you knew that look well. It was the one he would give you if you got in trouble because of him.

“Adam, none of this is your fault you know that right?”

“How can you say that? I should have kept you safe before this. I don’t even know why you would even want me in your life anymore. You were right to run away from me that day at the bookstore.”

“That’s enough,” you say sternly and turn away from him. “It wasn’t your fault Jackson owed money and that he did what he did. And it wasn’t your fault that hydra used me for their experiments and it wasn’t your fault that they chased us after the bar. If anything you should stay away from me. Now I really have a target on my back and they could use you to get to me.”

This wasn’t working out the way you hoped. It was just the two of you taking turns freaking out.

“No way, I’m not staying away from you. Besides, I have black widow on my side.”

You chuckled as you looked back at him. Adam gives you a sad smile.

“So we aren’t going to stop being friends.”

“What just because you’re an avenger now I’m not good enough?”

“Exactly. I’m glad we had this talk, it was fun while it lasted.” You say making Adam smile genuinely.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- it was almost seven years. Sometimes it still feels like I’m going to wake up and you’re still gone.”

“Never apologize Adam. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you. Not knowing what happened. But I’m here now and I’m never leaving again. Now let’s get comfy because I’m staying until you fall back asleep.”

“Ok.” He said as he shuffled to give you some space on the bed. You laid next to him and played with his hair some more, using your abilities to make sure he wouldn’t have another nightmare.

The sun is starting to rise when you finally make it back upstairs to the hallway your room is in. Sleep is the only thing on your mind and you head straight to your room. You can’t help but smile when you open the door. Bucky and Steve are sleeping in your bed, as if they had been waiting for you. You walk over to the side of the bed that has an empty space and lay down. Hands immediately find your waist and you’re pulled back into a firm chest.

“Morning, Pinky.” Bucky’s voice is still heavy with sleep.

“Morning, Buck.”

“How’s Adam?”

“Better now.”

“Good, get some sleep.” He says before kissing your shoulder and drifting back to sleep. Soon enough you feel Steve’s hand resting on your waist too and you smile again.

You could get used to this.

When you wake up it’s just a bit later in the morning. Your face is pressed against a hard, well defined and shirtless chest and you’re pleasantly surprised to find Steve being the one holding you. A smile graces your lips as you wrap your arm around his waist in order to keep him as close as possible.

“Good Morning sweetheart.”

“Morning, shouldn’t you be out running or something?”

“Are you kicking me out already?” He teases.

“Well something must be up when you’re in bed but Bucky isn’t.”

“Maybe I just wanted to spend some extra time with my girl, ever think of that?” He kisses your forehead.

“No but it sounds nice. Maybe your girl would like some more kisses.”

“I can do that.”

Steve moves so that he hovers over you. He kisses your forehead, one cheek then the other, followed by placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and finally his lips are on yours. There’s no rush to the kiss, as if you have all the time in the world. And for the next few minutes you do. It’s sweet kisses, smiles and soft touches. Your hands travel up and down his back and chest as his lips move down your jaw towards your neck.

“Steve.” You call out breathily.

“Hhmm?”

“We should um- maybe..”

“Hey Y/N if you’re up for it… oh my god!” Wanda had walked into your room without knocking. She covers her eyes and turns around quickly. Steve moves so he’s laying on his side. “I am so sorry I didn’t mean to just walk in.”

“I’ll find you in a minute Wanda.”

“Yeah, no- no worries. Take your time.” She stutters out before the door closes.

Steve wastes no time, he quickly moves to kissing your neck again and his hands are on your waist.

“Steve, I have to go.” You laugh as you try to pull away. But Steve just keeps pulling you back.

“She said for you to take your time.”

“It’s just an expression. I have to see what she wants.”

He lets out a frustrated groan as he finally lets you go. His perfect pink pout makes you laugh as you grab some clothes and walk into your bathroom to do a quick version of your morning routine. When you walk back out Steve is still laying down on your bed which is unusual for him.

“Is everything ok with you? You’re usually up and either out for a run or in the gym by now.”

“For the first time in a long time,” Steve sits up and reaches out for you, you place your hand in his and he pulls you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a soft kiss. “Yes, everything is more than ok. How could it not be? I have Bucky and I have you.”

You smile up at him.

“Good. I want this to work. I want us to be happy.”

“We are and we will be.” He says as he shifts to try and keep you in bed longer.

“Don’t even think about it. I have to go find Wanda.”

“Fine, But you owe me.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” You give him another kiss and head toward the door. “See you later.”

After apologizing to Wanda and her apologizing to you she finally explains that she wanted to train with you more. Since your full abilities had been unlocked she thought it would be good for you to practice in a safe space. Hours went by and you were both exhausted but thrilled to be able to fight like Wanda did. There was still so much left to learn and you were thankful Wanda had set up a training schedule for you.

“So you and Steve?” She says as you walk toward the door of the training room. “What about Bucky, I thought you were in love with him?”

“Only Nat knows so please don’t tell anyone else.”

“Promise.”

“They both asked me last night to be their girl and I said yes.”

“Like you’re dating both of them?” She looks at you a bit confused.

“Yes and they’re dating each other too.”

“Hhmm,” she puts an arm over your shoulder and smiles. “As long as you’re happy I am too. And if they break your heart I’ll break them.”

You laugh, “I’ll let them know that.”

“No, I'll do it. Once I talked with Natasha.”

“Should I be scared for their well-being?”

“Not if they treat you right. Now come on, let's freshen up and we can talk about it more during lunch.”

“I’d like that.”

Wanda and you talked for a while, especially when Nat showed up. It was good to have a little piece of normalcy considering the constant chaos that had happened in the previous days. Your mind however kept going back to Steve and Bucky. Specifically how you hadn’t seen Bucky all day which was unusual. You leave the girls and head toward Bucky’s room but find it empty, Steve’s is empty too. If there aren’t any current missions you know they like to either hang out with Sam or hit the gym so you decide to take a break in your room.

A beautiful bouquet of flowers sat on your nightstand along with a note. You smile as you get closer and inhale the sweet scent of the flowers. When you open the note you see Steve’s handwriting.

Meet us by the lake at 5.

-S

The alarm clock on the nightstand lets you know you have about 15 minutes to get ready. You head to your closet and grab one of your more comfortable dresses and some sandals. Changing quickly and fixing your hair slightly you do a once over in the mirror. There’s no time for makeup but that's fine because they’ve seen you without it plenty of times.

Once you reach the lake you see Bucky and Steve sitting on a blanket. There were a few pillows thrown around, a picnic basket and a Bluetooth speaker which Bucky was connecting to his phone. But more interesting was the easel set up to the side. There was a stool and a small portable table next to it holding painting supplies.

“Hey.” You called out when you were close enough. They both turn and smile brightly at you.

Steve was in a green t-shirt and jeans while Bucky had on his regular black t-shirt and jeans, they looked good. Bucky reaches you first and doesn’t waste any time in wrapping his arms around and crashing his lips to yours.

“You look beautiful.” He says sweetly, his eyes brighter than you’d ever seen before and a certain ease about him.

“Well you look quite handsome yourself, both of you.”

Steve steps up behind you and places his hands on your hip. He kissed your shoulder until you turned and he was able to place a kiss on your lips.

“What’s this for?”

“We wanted to surprise you. We wanted to take you out on a proper first date but with everything that’s happened we thought staying close to home was better.” Bucky explains. “For now.”

“Well I still appreciate it.” You smile sweetly at them. “What are the art supplies for?”

“For you, I’ve got my sketchbook and Bucky has a book he’s been wanting to read.”

You walked over to the easel and looked over the supplies.

“These are what Adam brought the other day.”

“Yeah, he said it’d been a while since you painted, even before hydra.”

“It has.” You say as you begin to imagine what you would fill the canvas with. Steve places a wine glass beside you and a kiss on your cheek before sitting down on the blanket. Bucky sits next to him, book in one hand the other around Steve’s waist. You smile as you pick up a pencil and start drawing an outline. Suddenly inspired by the scenery and both men in front of you.

Music played softly as Bucky read, Steve sketched and you began painting. The smile never left your lips the longer you added color to the canvas. Hands wrapped around your waist, it was the only thing to pull you from your little bubble of concentration.

“This looks amazing, love.” Bucky’s voice rings in your ear. His eyes scanned the unfinished painting. The lake is the main focal point but wildflowers fill the edges. Vibrant colors give the image just the right touch and bring everything together. On a small scale you added a picnic, much like the one you’re at right now, with three figures. “Is this us?”

“Yeah, but I think I’m done for now. Thank you for this, both of you.”

“You don’t have to thank us. We just wanted to spend time with you, sweetheart.”

As much as you try you can’t stop smiling, you can’t remember a time you felt this happy. Bucky takes your hand and leads you to the blanket. He sits down first and you follow. Sitting between Bucky’s legs you lay back against his chest. Steve moves around until his head is laying on your lap and you begin to play with his hair. His eyes flutter shut and he sighs happily.

“I could spend the rest of my life like this.” Bucky said as his arms wrapped around you. You turn your head to look up at him as he begins to leave soft kisses on your shoulder. He moves slowly up your neck and then your jaw until his lips are on yours. After a few short sweet kisses you pull back and rest your head against his shoulders.

“You know, you two keep kissing and leaving me out of it. It’s starting to hurt my feelings.”

“You know what, Rogers? You’re the only person that has made out with both of us, so you can sit there and watch.” You say as you look down on him. Bucky chuckles behind you as he takes your chin in his hand and tips your head back.

“I think we should give him a show.”

His lips are on yours before you’ve had a chance to respond. The few kisses you’ve shared with him have been soft and sweet. This one is the opposite and it doesn’t take long for him to deepen it either. Bucky tilts your head back slightly before his tongue is exploring your mouth. A small moan escapes your lips. You’re pulled from Bucky and without much chance to breathe your lips crash against Steve’s. He pulls you into his lap so that you’re straddling him, causing your dress to ride up while Bucky chuckles behind you.

“You’re a menace.” You tell Steve when you’re finally able to pull back.

He smirks before pulling Bucky in for a kiss of their own. You watch as they deepen the kiss, your hands moving up Steve’s chest so they rest on his shoulders. They smile at each other, if it weren’t because you’re sitting on Steve’s lap you’d think you were intruding on an intimate moment between lovers but then they look at you. The same adoring gaze they had for each other is now directed at you. It was almost too intense to be the center of attention. Warmth spreads in your chest the longer you stay in their embrace.

Like in the early morning hours you traded soft touches and lingering kisses. You’d moved from straddling Steve to laying down between them and watching the stars. The three of you were just as content with conversation as you were in silence.

You move until your head is resting on Bucky’s chest, sighing when you feel Steve get closer behind you. He drapes an arm around both you and Bucky and you watch as they intertwine their fingers. The three of you fit perfectly together and although you knew trying times were on their way you couldn’t be bothered to worry about them. You pushed away the thoughts of missions and injuries, reports to file and debriefs. The only thing that had your attention were the two men that had made you fall madly in love with them.

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Engineer!Mark x Reader

TW//Obsessive behaviour, toxic relationship, angst, blood, death, GORE

Okay so I had an idea a couple days ago, and it was, ISWM but.. Amogus? You get my drift?

Imposter!Mark x Captain!Reader

(yandere? maybaps..)

Aboard the invincible II, it was so peaceful. Everyone did their assigned jobs, you made sure no one got hurt or nothing went wrong. Everything seemed peaceful for a long time. Of course every good thing has to come to an end. In this case, the "good thing" was how smoothly everything was running. Things began to malfunction, people got hurt.

Lights began to go out more, systems failed, like asteroids or the reactor nearly blew itself up every few days. Everything started to take a long time to do because something was going wrong.

Then came the deaths.

First was Gunther

His body was found in ADS, blood spattered all over the control panel and blood running up the walls. His face beaten, nose broken, dried blood, running down his face.

When you saw his body, his stomach ripped open. A very precision-based slice from the middle chest down to just below his ribs. His small intestine spread out all over his body on display.

Cieci gagged when his body was found. When everyone had a meeting in the bridge, you had been leaning against the control panel, arms crossed, your mind whirring.

“Captain?” Mark asked softly, nudging your arm.

You snapped out of your thoughts and raised your head and noticed everyone was standing there, watching, waiting for your order and response.

“Yes?” You replied.

“What do we do?” He asked, his voice, seemingly calm, too calm.

“I-I..” You start. “I don’t know.” You sighed. You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Just, everyone do their job, I’ll deal with his body.” You muttered.

Cieci sighed. “Captain we need to do something solid! Someone on this ship is murdering our crew! How do we know that they aren’t gonna go after the colonists!?” She shouted.

“Hey!” Mark seethed. “The Captain has made his orders. Follow them out!” He commanded.

You sighed. “Dismissed.” You murmured. “Cieci, please stay back.” You watched as Mark still stood beside you. You looked at Mark as everyone filed out of the room. “Mark you too.” You sighed. “I want to talk to her alone.”

“Are you sure Captain?” He asked, seemingly annoyed, but trying to cover it with concern. You nod. He sighed as well. “Just holler for me if you need me.” He grumbled as he walked to the door, it opened before him and he walked out the door closing behind him.

You wait before looking to Cieci. “There’s something wrong with Mark.” You whisper.

Her eyes went wide. “I know! He’s begun to become more possessive over you. Not to mention the fact that he didn’t seem phased when Gunther died!” She whispered.

“We need to do something, quickly.” You muttered. “He believes I’m talking to you now for standing up to me earlier. Or at least I hope he believes it.”

“Sorry about that Captain..” She mumbled sheepishly.

“We need to keep an eye on Mark from now on, make sure he doesn’t go near the colonists. If it is him. I’m afraid of what we’ll have to do.” You sighed. “Lock him in the airlock if push comes to shove.”

Cieci let out a breath she had been holding and nodded. “Do not tell the others.”

The next death was Burt.

He died in his cryopod. What looked like to be stabbed in the gut, his cause of death was a wound in the back of his neck, a knife wound, not surprising. But it hadn’t gone all the way through. His blood ran from where his neck would’ve been and ran down to the floor, his eyes were bloody, pushed in.

Cieci was beginning to be on edge. While you and Cieci were on the bridge looking out the window, you tried to comfort her panic. The computer’s voice came over the com.

“Imminent Danger, reactor has reached extreme temperatures, calculated time until destruction. Sixty seconds.” Computer said right as several alarms started going off around the ship.

You and Cieci looked at each other before quickly running out of the bridge and down the hallway, others quickly trying to make their way there as well. You pushed past and shoved your way through and began to quickly tap on the control panel.

Finally getting the menu pulled up, you placed your hand on it and you watched Cieci rush to place her hand on it as others ran around and grabbed various things, and someone quickly pointed out that the main power tube had been cut.

You grabbed one of the other crewmates’ hands and placed it where yours was and rushed over to the tube and quickly started pulling the wires apart to retwine them together. After zapping yourself a couple of times you finally get them twined together and quickly grabbed a roll of tape from a crewmate’s belt and quickly taped it together.

The alarms turned off and you let out a sigh of relief leaning against the wall and ran a hand over your face.

Everyone was in shock from what happened.

“Dismissed. Everyone go take a breather.” You told them. They seemed to understand and left, still in shock.

You looked at Cieci, she had the same thought as you.

Mark didn’t show up. Where is he?

You and Cieci pulled Mark into what was a bunk room. Typically on the ship everyone sleeps in their cryopod, but you had urged them to put some beds in for the few crew working outside of cryogenic sleep.

You pushed him back and blocked the door with your body.

“Where were you when the reactor almost blew us up?” You asked.

“When I was working on some wires in the security room, the alarms went off and it freaked me out and I pulled the wrong wire and it disabled the door.” He explained.

“I don’t believe that.” Cieci grumbled.

“Yeah I don’t either.” You backed her up. “What about when Gunther and Burt died?”

“I was in the bridge when Gunther was found and in this room when Burt was found.” He started getting defensive. “Honestly Captain, I never thought you’d accuse me of being a murderer. Have I not proved I care as much as everyone else on this ship?” He asked harshly.

“No! Because I know for a fact you’re lying! Me and Cieci were on the bridge when Gunther’s body was found! We were there! Not you!” You outreached your hand to point at him accusingly.

Mark had seemed to have nothing to say, being caught in his lie.

“Grab him.” You ordered. Cieci quickly seized his right arm and you reached and seized his left. “Mark, by my Captain’s authority, I am placing you under arrest for murder of Gunther and Burt.” You said, almost hesitant.

You couldn't believe you had to do this to your head engineer.

You and Cieci walked him to the airlock, he seemed to panic. “Y-You’re really not thinking of throwing me out the airlock, do you, Captain?” He asked quickly.

“This is the only restrained place. We won’t eject you, but you need to be put away from the rest of the crew to stop you from hurting others.” You explained.

“I don’t think so Captain..” He growled under his breath before he easily shoved Cieci off and back into the wall before he grabbed the airlock door, and threw you in harshly.

You hit your head against the wall and felt your brain spiral, your thoughts become jumbled before little black dots ensnared your vision.

“Wakey wakey, Captain..” Mark’s voice ran through your head. “Come on Captain, it’s time to wake up~” He cooed. “You’ve been sleeping all day!” He exclaimed softly.

Your eyelids felt heavy. When you opened your eyes, Mark was crouching in front of you, you seemed to be leaning against the wall, and from what you could tell, you were still in the airlock.

“There he is.” Mark grinned. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked quietly.

“Mark, what the fuck is going on?” You asked. “Did you kill Gunther and Burt?” You asked.

Mark sighed and pushed himself up to full height, looking down on you. “They had it coming.”

You tensed. “How did they have it coming!? What did the do to drive you to fucking murder!?” You shouted as you went to push yourself up, Mark quickly raised his boot and pushed you back.

“Don’t stand, Captain, you are still just waking up, we don’t want you to hurt yourself now do we?” He asked tauntingly. You took it as a sign to listen. Considering he killed two people! He could kill you too. Mark sighed as he brought his foot back down and his eyes started to wander the small room. “You know, what makes you different, is that right now, you aren’t cowering in fear, like Cieci.” He smiled and his gaze landed on you.

You look past him, seeing the door open behind him to reveal Cieci, dead against the wall parallel to the door. Her mouth sewn shut as her eyes were pushed in and her throat was slit deeply. Her hands covered in blood from trying to stop the neck wound, ultimately failing and covering herself and her clothes with more blood.

You covered your mouth to stop yourself from gagging.

“What did you do?” You asked quietly.

“They all disobeyed your orders, showed you hostility, and disrespected you.” His voice started to get aggressive. “You should show some more appreciation, I did this for you!” He took a step towards you.

He watched as you flinched.

You flinched because you were scared of him.

“You know, I was wrong, Captain, you are just like the others, cowering in fear.” He sounded angry. “You seemed different, you seemed like you’d put up a fight.”

You glance around to see what could aid you in your mission to escape. You see nothing, only the helmet on the wall, and the only way that could work is if you got past him. You made a quick split second decision and pulled back your leg and kicked up towards his knees, quickly bringing your other boot to just barely hook behind his heels.

That knocked him over onto his back as you quickly scrambled up and grabbed the helmet and whipped it towards his face and quickly staggered to the panel to close the door behind you and lock it.

You quickly saw Mark back on his feet and banging at the door. “Captain! Let me out!” He shouted through the door, banging his fist at the tempered glass window on the door.

You backed up, your foot hitting something, you turned to see Cieci’s body. You cringed before staggering to the left and made a quick turn, towards the Cryolab. You pushed open the door, rushing to the panel and opening the shields, to see the cryopods where the colonists were supposed to be sleeping, was covered in spilt blood.

Your eyes widened and you stumbled back. Flinching as you hear a loud crash. Mark got out.

“Captain!” He taunted in a coo-like voice. “Where are you Captain?”

You forced yourself out of shock and quickly closed the window shield and went to find the door into the colonists hallway, finding the door, you remembered it being particularly loud. You let out a breath you’d been holding and opened the door, it let out a particularly loud gust of wind and you quickly bolted down the hallway, beside the cryopods.

The moment you heard the door open again you ducked into a cryopod.

“Captain, you do remember I am the head engineer of this ship? Right? I did most if not all the wiring and thus I know where every panel is and which cord is where. It was easy to find which wire was connected to the door’s lock.

You mentally cursed yourself, sinking lower to the floor where the glass was non-transparent as to not be seen immediately.

“Captain, you know how easily it would be for me to find you. This is just a game of cat and mouse.” He snickers. “But when all is said and all is done, I won’t kill you. Why would I? I did all of this for you!” He shouted.

You heard him get closer and you covered your mouth with your hand to still your breathing.

“Captain, can’t you see I did all of this for you, because I love you?!” He called out, his words echoing through the hallway. “I would do anything for you! Be your one and only! Just us on this ship, no one else to interfere!” His words sounded desperate as he passed your cryopod.

You let out the breath slowly and heard him stop.

“[Y/N]..” He chuckled softly. “I know where you are, sweet boy.”

You felt your heart almost beat out of your chest, your nerves were on fire. You fucked up, you breathed too hard and he heard you. You heard slow and evenly paced footsteps towards your cryopod.

“[Y/N], Captain, why do you hide from me?” He asked ever so gently.

“Why do you hide when all I want is to love you. And for you to reciprocate those feelings.” Another step closer before his shadow appeared over you.

He looked through the glass and looked down at you, only now, in this light did you notice all the blood staining over his suit, a small chunk of flesh stuck in his collar. And when you looked at his face, he smiled softly.

“Oh, [Y/N].. I only want to love you, why don’t you see that?”

“Because you’ve murdered thousands!” You shout.

“All because I wanted to prove my love and loyalty to you! They didn’t deserve you! You were a bright moon in the night sky and they were small stars millions of light years away. They were taking away from your admiration!” He ranted. “So I put those stars out so you, my moon, will be the only one who is focused on.” He looked at your terrified expression with a gentle face so full of love and care.

It was honestly sickening that he could look like that while drenched in the blood of thousands.

He reached around and opened the door to the cryopod and stood above you.

“Moon, why don’t you come out from the clouds so I can admire you?”

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